Today was chaos
It twisted and turned
I spoke a lot
But was I heard?
Today was chaos
It twisted and turned
I spoke a lot
But was I heard?
Unable to trust
My senses now
Delusions made real
An eternal row
Between my worries
And all my doubts
To my hopes
A pointless bout
So all that is left is
Do what I know
The only option
Is to let go
I don’t mean of life
Despite its pains
I mean the mires
Inside my brain
Thoughts gust and billow,
The sails of consciousness.
Tearing down equanimity,
Whipping up despondency.
Mind is tossed and turned.
Finding no fine calmness,
No quiet act of divinity;
Can settle and let it be.
Yearning for the solace,
Lost in squall’s madness.
Cyclone’s destructive proclivity,
to disturb a sense of decency.
Then the worst is over, leaving
persistent rains of sadness.
Mind’s cyclone bows to gravity,
& battered, but lucid you see.
It was simply passing weather
The awesome greatness,
Of melancholy’s audacity,
Obsolete to patience’s key
Future’s beckoning,
Time’s reckoning.
Melancholy threatens,
Peace deadened.
Conquering fear,
Living right here.
Finishing tasks,
Doing what’s asked.
Vanquish despondency,
Averting tragedy.
Becoming complete,
Understated, discrete.