Wednesday 2 March 2011

Inner Turmoil

What is this turmoiled temperament of thought
that manifests my mind with misery?
Misguided, I am not that which I sought
but rather those pieces of me I'd fought.

I can only be that which I create
and can only aspire to my own actions,
but when my identity is filled with hate
I feel forsaken to this fucked up fate.

I want to rid my mind of these doubts
and let me understand my own thinking
but all this hope and wishing just amounts
to fruitless fantasies and toothless shouts.

Why banish what is already part
of the sentiments which make up my heart?

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