Inner Sanctum

Gladness, sadness, soulfulness, and loneliness often foam. The inner irritations that erupt like volcanoes Unexpressed emotions, like ghosts of the passed away, roam Urge to break all settled foundations blows like tornadoes Bats and owls of fears, worries, and anxieties are found. Helplessness and hopelessness, like comrades, embrace often Books filled with moral philosophies, too, are seen around. With the wisdom of the ancient soul, sometimes gets soften Don't feelings of optimism too, like butterflies flutter? Care, concern, compassion, and calmness have their precious place. Each dust of this vale-like cell has mysteries to utter. Virtuous deeds of my ancestors, from each corner gaze Within the sanctorum dwell spirits of good and evil. Sometimes I choose good; often I face evil's upheaval.