Hate flaws within me,
growing with every enlightenment,
crawling through my veins, waiting for an
opportunity to burglarize.
Craving to rise, hurt, and vanish as
if it wasn't even there.
A tide of razors.
Pure human weakness, bloody one.  
Eliminating the last pieces of appreciation
towards this race, towards this world.
One by one they disappear, with great rage
and frustration.
The bubble explodes again and I'm exposed,
to the black, the dark, the filth...
Again...

Relief,
the avidity disappears slowly.
Helpless, I'm lost in a shadow of a memory.
The tide is gone, it's the ebb's turn.
I'm trying to preserve the hate or that
resultant from it abortively,
It fades away!
Forgiveness, NO!

Not again...

SIGH

Sick and tired of this routine but thirsty for more
I stand, letting relaxation flood me.
Waiting for the upcoming depression
and disappointment from my world, from my race,
from my self.

Now, the single emotion is sadness.
Continuing my life unwillingly, with even
greater mental load.
Wondering how much more frustration
can I stock, and close my eyes.

I'm up,
Silence surrounds me...
its all gone now...

...but the breaks of the wave were engraved
on the sand...

...Forevermore...



15.5.04