Our fears trials and tribulations are simply like illusions hanging on a piece of string
As I gulp the last breath of consciousness
And fall into misery again
The happiness I once had is engulfed in sadness
I am riding a wave
An illusion without the illusion of being a man
Afraid one minute
Not afraid the next
What am I?
There are many roads a man must travel
And this is not one of them
Punishing oneself for ones own crimes however heinous
Is not how it was supposed to be
And yet we, with our self flagellation
Crawl into ever darker places
Am I you?
I doubt that
Do we connect?
On any level?
The brevity of this situation fails to amuse you
And yet, I am we
We are it
It is unseen, unspoken yet broken still
Who Am I?
Anurajyati (be in love!)