Torment

A mind fragmented held in sway

As ones’ senses

Rush to the fringes

Conflicted and torn

The ego looms

To ravish the sadness our pride has

Born.

This frenzied state knows

No bounds

With fear it grasps at each tragic turn

Split apart,

Cleaved from heart

No anchor, no gravity, lost to time

We suffer and weep,

Separation complete.

Ego so jubilant, lost again –

Fumbling in shadows, those reaches where

Sanity is stained.

How timid and fragile how can we compete

Those demons of hell

Only a few dare -

To rent aside the will to glean,  

That place where

Peace resides –

A sacrifice so rare.

Pia