Hated them all when I left that day
The work I do provides little hope

They are only thought forms
And I don’t care for any of them

They cause so much pain
Have no feelings for them at all

I resist the ‘what is’ and
The suffering becomes all mine

I try so hard, and then there comes the …

… the messed-up, scary pain
     and upside down-ness

… the schism
… the chasm
… the fissure

Lost and unattached, forced into
The bleak brain matter of PAIN