Disequilibrium

No change
- Despite the weather -
In the mood of the trees.
They linger in peaceful tranquility,
Obediently swayed by the wind;
Rewarded bountifully with rays of sun,
With sweet singing of birds,
With the love of the world.

And my thoughts,
They betray me –

There is no honor
For an inquisitive, unstable mind.
Rain cloud down pours,
Desperate cries of sorrow,
All the disdain in the cosmos,
These woes –
Are mine
- To own -

the midst of solitude

If there is no room for air,
How do I breathe?

How do I set this petite machine at ease -
Where there is no room to lay down my head?

No room for rest.

There is no stillness
When the mind quakes -
No strength
When the memory breaks.

I push and I push
And I push
- And they help -

Knowing soon the soul will cave
- Soon the connections of the brain
will snap -
Soon the body will collapse.

The heart has been torn.