The pauses taken to reach a deeper comprehension
Lead to further fear and apprehension overall
In seeking a moment of clarity
She found herself misdirected
Musing..
Why think at all
Endure the aches of actuality
As the outside world embracing apathy is blessed with oblivion?
Heart and mind at odds again
Always and forever
Betrayed by introspection, eternally
The searching of the soul is a scythe to the essence of oneself..
A tender core so selflessly reaped
Heart and mind wounded again
Troubled deeply
And does she gain in the throes of lucidity?
She, too, could know the comforts of oblivion
Heart and mind at odds again, always and forever
She, too, could know the comforts of a blessed life
Blind to truths, rejecting the depth and need of human understanding
She takes no pause to reach a deeper comprehension
The heavy toll of fear effected a depletion of faith
Reveling in this moment of clarity
She found herself liberated
Why feel at all?
To endure the aches of actuality
The outside world embracing apathy is not blessed
But condemned to absurdity
Rather die alone than in oblivion