At times the soul gets clenched
in an unspeakable grief
In a demoniac grip, it chokes and wriggles
The pain of being stung by a dozen scorpions
or hacked piece by piece by an axe

Tremulous grows the heart, over love that is spent
Seeks in vain to revive the joy that is gone
Strains to lift up the veil that darkens the soul
Wrestles to come out from the desolate cave of black solitude
The more it struggles to wade through the mess
the deeper it plunges into the morass of despair
Clung on talons of excruciating pain,
wailing a long wail of never being understood
the mind goes berserk
whirling and churning.

Anytime the volcano might erupt
emitting fumes of sulphurous smoke  
with asphalt lava, spilling out,
blowing life with its violent breath.

Winged messengers
of the brain
ever in motion
never in chain
bombarding marauders
of the night
sneaking invaders
of the quiet

IF I didn't have
the  feeling of being alone,
I wouldn't be who I am.
IF I didn't have
the sadness of being friendless,
I wouldn't be who I am.
IF I didn't have
a mother who dishonored me,
I wouldn't be who I am.
IF I didn't have
a lover who abandon me,
I wouldn't be who I am.
IF I didn't have
dreams at times shattered,
I wouldn't be who I am.
Full of LOVE, LOVE, LOVE
for myself and others
I am who I am