Posted by Angela G (209.20.239.46) on September 28, 1999 at 13:21:05:
I am like Eeyore right now, in my gloomy spot, conjurring up gloomy poetry. Not to bum anyone out but just to wring words out of pain.
Been in the deep dark pit of it for a while now, and today looks like I see the sun. Just need a little rest. Hope all out there can feel the sun too and rest their heads in peace.
Suffering and the suffered.
May I sit in peaceful slumber,
melt into some bliss?
Escape the roaring thunder,
free amongst the mist.
Take away the many sorrows
I have left in careless breaths.
Return to me this hour
the pain I might have left.
To burn in pain I surrendor,
to writhe inside this head.
Let me swallow whole or more
all agony I'll take instead.
The suffering I have asked this day
belongs to what and who?
The suffering and the suffered....
mere illusions, through and through.