Tell me how you live your whole life
Not appreciating every human
In your contact?
Not wanting to mine deeper,
Creep closer,
Over love, over embrace,
every soul in this room.
I want to know you all
But where's the time for conversing?
We work for materials
When really relationships,
kindness,
They recharge,
They refill us.
I hold many close to me,
Maybe too many for my wellbeing.
My bed
and me
and my guilt
Roll and battle,
To and fro
To and fro
But I dare karma to take them away from me
And I'll do the forfit.
I over estimate my ability-
Even with a heart full of joy-
to continuously give.
My mother and lovers fed it full,
Yet I'm stopped by
The amount of saddess
Your eyes and her eyes,
and their eyes
Hold.
And I realise,
I can't accept that
I can't give enough.
Clarity
remains
murky
to me.