A Confession
Reciprocal of my mind to
frighten away my sickly thoughts
that I avoid throughout the days of these weeks,
spent in useless and aimless causes and directions,
until it all stops or goes away...
Fractured candle
Brings it all back
From underneath
The endless stack.
Holes in values
Cannot repair
The vest of sorrow
I always wear
It's all a fake.
It's all unreal.
They don't know
How I really feel.
Happiness
I cannot find.
Total sorrow
Rules my mind.
The confession
I already guessed
And here I thought
I tried my best.
I still believe
That if I try,
I'll reach my goal
Before I die.
I don't know how,
At least not yet.
A clear thought
I cannot get.
Someday it will
Be very clear
And my goal
Then I will near.
Written in 1996
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