A poem

Posted on by bodhisattvablog

Hurt

Well my own Dreams

The hollow 

The sting

The worms still need

And moreIs it worth it for right here

Or what else is really wrong with me

Or is it my environment and situations

Dont forget me

And what else can I say about them

That I haven’t already said

What did you really say about meI dont think that’s really you

And you know the rest was Said in stone

While I Marvel at growing old

And feeling like you sink down below..
Deep down.

The white rabbit holeWas it really themDo I really see them

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“Thinker, Sage, Adventurer, Wanderer, Traveler, Explorer, I am here to serve all sentient beings but am learning with you along the way.." "Examine men's ruling principles, even those of the wise, what kind of things they avoid, and what kind they pursue." - Meditations 4 Follow on Spotify, Flipboard, and Quora to see what I'm reading and listening to. Search 'Jamil Hijazi' on each :)