I shriek, whirl my hands wildly in anguished despair.
What is the point of it all?
I wilt in surrender on the floor.
I am imprisoned by the fortifications of my fears.
I know I can’t transform the world.
I am waiting for someone to bring the sledgehammer to obliterate these walls.
There is no one, No one human.
I am responsible for myself.
I must ascend from the vestiges of my hopes and doubts.
I seek the TRUTH, and its discovery frightens me in unspeakable ways
Because I already know what lies ahead and yet I still anticipate righteousness.
Foolishly I hope, I plead, I beg, I grasp, and smile, but it is all ephemeral.
Looking for some greater good I realize that I cannot repair everything, nor would I want the accountability, and too much of the cosmos is wicked, despite its root.
People pine for countless effects at the disbursement of their souls.