adulthood jungle,
pressing on my soul,
a myriad of tribulations, sorrow and grief fog over me/
So far, there’s been no lasting victory…
never a sunrise of healing,
but i smile.
Is there any distance left for me?
Meanwhile, thoughts, minds like these are engrossed to drugs.
Is fear an emotion?
Is anxiety a glorious part of me?
One constant is true-
these things don’t bother me much.
whether rich or poor,
i always wore a cold-heart
3rd September, 2013