Perhaps the desire to find Nirvana has become tainted?  A worm of a man has done this to me; has burrowed into the fruit of my dreams.


We who wield the mighty sword
leaded and sharpened neat and straight
search vainly for hearty tales
where Eros or God has placed a hand
and turned the wildernesss we have made
back into the garden with apple trees
and juicy synonym pairs and plums.

We yearn to taste the flesh sublime
to feel its secretions dripping
and with them ourselves slipping
into a whirlpool of sheer delight
from which we never rediscover
loneliness, dispair, and pain.
Oh to be in that blissful state again
this side of the great divide!

So I put my pen and sword aside,
straighten my back and feign content
when in truth the World's goodness
is so well and truly spent
that it has bled me completly dry.
For every orphaned child I wish to cry,
or for widowed mother lowly bent
her home a shattered withered wreck,
I stay safely at home cocooned
my tears long since completely dried
desensitised by gory media information -
I count them one by one instead
as passing dark amorphous sheep
whose task is solely to prevent my sleep.


© griffonner 2022

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Written on 2022-05-29 at 10:19

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Alan J Ripley The PoetBay support member heart!
Sinking ones teeth into a pair, To feel the secretions as the flesh begins to tear, When will this carnage end. Are you sure!
Your not a pescatarian vampire my friend. Also not being able to sleep at night, vampires sleep during the day.
Joking aside loved the poem. Allen, regards Alan.

jim The PoetBay support member heart!
This hits home, so well expressed. This struggle for inner-peace while witnessing, from a safe distance, horror has become relentless.

Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
An interesting meditation, Allen, disillusionment and desensitization.