Is it an eternal furnace of coal?
Is it the murky dark night of my soul?
Is it a fathomlessly hollow well?
Is my ego as perilous as hell?
Is it power and strength in their fullness?
Is it existence in its absurdness?
From this coffin, could I ever return?
Herein, would I perpetually burn?
Are days in ego unendingly nights?
Does affliction, herein, like serpents, bites?
Is it the inner self's whirlpooling sea?
Is it an insidious trap in me?
I muse on ego and find no retort.
I find no way out of this self-built fort.
Categories:
absurdness, life, self,
Form: Sonnet
Is it a furnace of coal?
Is it a bottomless well?
Is it the night of my soul?
Is it as unsafe as hell?
Is it might in its fullness?
From it, couldn't I return?
Is it death in absurdness?
Here, would I endlessly burn?
Do days, in it, look like nights?
Is it a whirlpooling sea?
Grief here, they say, like snakes, bites.
Is it a death trap in me?
It is my psyche's dark nook.
It's a poison-flowing brook.
Categories:
absurdness, life, pride, vanity,
Form: Sonnet
It's a furnace of coal.
A dark night of my soul!
It's a bottomless well.
It's as unsafe as hell.
It's power in fullness.
It's death in absurdness.
I can't, from it, return.
I'd eternally burn.
Days, in it, look like nights.
Grief, in it, like snakes, bites.
It's a whirlpooling sea.
It's boundless void in me.
Categories:
absurdness, life, nature,
Form: Rhyme
She wouldn't allow me to enter her sanctum,
Due to my affliction entitled kindness
For she wanted tough love
A touch of insanity and a pinch of absurdness,
Kindness was my weakness
Never mind my apparent strengths
Categories:
absurdness, america, change, longing, love
Form: Free verse