Too oft my mind ventures,
Out of its dark confines,
Beyond the doors of solitude,
Eluding its labyrinthine passages.
Trying to seek refuge
In blissful sunshine,
And eternal hope,
A place, where I can quiet my chaotic mind,
And grab a drink, to sit with my musings,
And arrange maybe, a bouquet of flowers,
The names of which I might’ve forgotten,
Over a cuppa coffee,
A time, where I could breathe freely,
Without fearing consequences
To my minuscule acts.
When all it comes down to,
At the end of the day,
Is a crowd of sorrows,
Shaking violently, the doors of my resolve,
As it laughs maliciously,
At my faulty past,
Pushing me deep,
Into the abyss of
Darkness, guilt and shame,
As I fall back and realise,
That I’m fading…
Wabi Sabi 