The Torture Of Being Good

Sometimes, I wish I were selfish When the decisions of the day tear so hard at me I can feel the fabric of my mind pulling apart I can feel a lost bubble stir deep within my head I begin to relax as I remember what I need to do That one thing that can ease the tension Tearing my body apart from the inside My tension turns to sadness As the brief light of hope Slips behind the advancing wall of darkness I can’t take the time for myself Without causing someone else pain But if I allow my mind to crumble All my efforts to help them will be as fruitless As the barren moon which hangs ominously Over the darkness within my mind As the sigh escapes me Like gravity tugging at my soul Pulling me ever closer to the great black void I see the eyes of those who depend on me Reaching out with all their trust And find the strength to stand once again After all, the darkness isn’t so close That I can’t give this one more day

Mental Journey

I am on a journey of the mind. Contemplating the universe on every scale, and doing a complete introspective exploration. I may never be a literary academic, but I share my humble thoughts in hope that they may inspire others.

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