Mind in Dark Mines

When the self is distressed,

Heavy pounding comes across the chest,

When the mind is depressed,

It dresses black with protests.

When everything points to a certain way,

It is difficult to look the other way,

Depth and wisdom seems so far away,

Truth and freedom lies distance away,

People all over triumph nonchalantly,

People all over live unevenly,

People all over cover their miseries,

I disagree, you look oh so merrily,

My heart beats but weeps of insufficiency.

Poverty of the mind,

Hunger of the soul,

Tantrum conundrums,

Frightened the scoundrels…

Heavy the burden,

People, they don’t seem concerned,

Neither do they concern,

In surviving, you remain mortifying,

In the name of survival,

You truly are the devil’s scrotum.

The soul shouts,

The heart screeches,

The creatures beseeches,

But inside all remain helpless,

The self cries,

Helpless and dependant,

Beat up and rotten,

To the eyes of the world,

He rather be forgotten.

The flesh tears,

The bones try to bear,

Blood, red in pain,

Oh my, life’s strangling,

The breath seems to weaken,

The soul gasp as the mind goes mental.

Earth shattering,

Earth quakes and its entire kin,

Come together and disrupt my sleep,

Asleep and awake both depressing,

Stop lying to yourself,

Make yourself feel better,

Positivity you help no longer,

Positivity, stay with me and let’s lie to one another,

Positivity come, let’s look positively at the world’s atrocities.

Cursed with this expression,

A gift of enlightenment,

Curse or enlightenment?

accursed to enlightenment?

Both,

But the minds needs some nourishments,

The mind is craving for more wisdom.

The soul is pale,

The soul is stale, from appeal and longing,

The soul misbehaves approaching shortcomings,

Disregard this tale, too troubled and confusing.

If you’re not the one bearing,

You might as well stay concealing,

The soul is pale and so is this tale,

It appears proud in revealing malnourishments.