There are times when I feel like a volcano
yearning to erupt to heavenly heights
Surging forces swelling within
seeking a way to break free
Then I realize I am extinct
There are times when I feel like a prisoner
Hands tied, legs bound and mouth gagged,
screaming within the depth of my soul to escape
Then I realize I am my own prison
There are times when I feel like a rejected child in a hostile land,
Starved, depleted, wretched and distraught,
Pleading within for someone to ease the pain
Then I realize I am a grown man in a stone-hearted world
But then there are times when the glittering rays at daybreak
caress my forehead as a mother her newborn child
Those are precious times indeed
They soothe and console
but are scarce and ephemeral
They exist only in the realm of dreams
Apart from the unknown forgotten souls who have struggled so long, so hard - but in vain - for Love,
No-one is as drugged, drunken and intoxicated with longing as I
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Lets hope that does not turn into an addiction. Hoping that one day, when you are looking the other way, something beautiful wonders into your life and meaningful change re-loads your spirit with joy.
Hi,
This is a mystic poem. Mysticism often has longing and yearning to find the ultimate truth as a theme. That is what this is about. There is no addiction I can assure you. Have a wonderful day. Namaste
So many of us can have these feelings but we can always move on into that 'realm of dreams'.
Welcome to MPS.
Thank you for your comment. Have a great day. Namaste
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