The peace of a pessimist
Is self doubt negative talk
The void of unsaid words
Narrative of wanting more so much more
The mind wants to be god
The body remembers that we are animals
And so we are at war with flesh and blood and bone
Complacent seat in the middle of life’s tragedy
A cruel ring of fire around your head
Wistful for the sun after a millennium of darkness
Trapped in the dunes you were born in
Barely breathing it was an early grave
Soil must return to the earth
Can we go back in time
Reveal the ruse of the body
Created to reflect and disconnect
Formed with the dichotomy of living and dying