Paradox

Echoes now surge In frenzy's urge -- Cause, fatal purge. Cry if you must, This loss of thrust In pain's bold lust. As passion dies, The lone soul sighs, Exempt from highs! Fumble and drop, Collide and stop, A dirty mop. Such bitter gall: Exit, downfall As failure stalls. Who can enjoy Such painful ploys In reverse joy? Pain partners fear As gloom comes near To tarnish cheer. Look up and see: Harsh misery Steal harmony. Why wait for bliss? Purge that, purge this, Purge empty ease. Weary minds wait, Now desolate... Pain contemplates. I vacant lots, Emptiness plots, Devoid of thoughts. Leon Enriquez (27 June 2007) Singapore