Self Supression

Self-suppression Of feasting and drinking beyond the road. Conflicts and dissonance over the load Trembling in the face of the tide, of youth age Thoughts altogether are the sign of the rage Prisoner of desire in a locked cage. What if one claims to be a sage? Fails among the average, but blurry beige It's the act of dedicating oneself to a life of carnage. One's heart is racing and his feet are pounding, as they search for The taste of the sweet, becomes all the sour. Skipping, sleeping through, and failing to complete the chore Waiting for twilight to fall on the door. On the head of me the dusk is to fall It’s just a demand, why, why for? Not quite, but on the inside One must deceive oneself so as to hide. . . . . . . ……Ksanet Brhane (peace of mind)….. 13/02/2022