The Bravery of Emptiness

Yes,
I feel like a mistreated child -

Sitting in a corner.

Filled with a desperate desire to sink into the darkness ,
Become nothing,
& disappear...

On the Brink

All this rubbish
Ensuing in my brain -
All this unfounded hate

I find myself in a fragile,
Fragile state.

Not a focused thought
Not a focused or coherent thought.

I am hated.
Reason must be
Against this weak pulsating machine.

I descend.
The darkness -
It's coming.

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 -