Lost and alone in a world  that makes no sense.

Living on existence without  meaning or purpose.

What! Is the hierarchy of these ends?

And whence come, how can be reconciled, their partial antagonisms?

 

Loud voices in my head, that spoke words I did not use.

Hidden from view, their vulnerable traits of morality.

As the fear of loss of identity dominates, specific frustration its devastating power.

Feeling the pain of being alive!

 

David Breakspear, November 2015.

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