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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.
Copyright ©
Christuraj Alex
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