Why is it
Why is it that I feel how I feel?
I cannot even answer my own question.
Beloved
Universe
God
Goddess
Oh great sea of humanity
Lover oh my lover
Anger and peace
war for
The dominance and providence
Of my soul
One person's pain is nothing compared to the suffering of all…
And yet the pain of the world is what I feel as if it were my own.
It's inhuman to feel such a thing
Human I am
Human I remain,
The dichotomy lives
On in me.
There is no fortune
Nor fame
There is no reward
Nor peace
In this pursuit.
At least,
Not for now.
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