sorry soul

[theophilus]

sorry soul

February 26, 2012 at 2:35am

It is really late and I'm still up.

A thousand thoughts race through my mind at once!

An emotional storm rages in my soul.

I don't know what to do.

I don't know what to believe.



I feel I am being broken to pieces,

pulverized,

made to receive what I got coming.



Should I accept the possibility that

I am not to have a little bit of happiness?

Maybe.

If so, I must become an emotional zombie--dead inside.

I feel the urge to explode in a torrent of tears

Before Someone Who understands me.

But I am ashamed of myself--unworthy, unforgiven.

I can't open the gates.



I look up deep into the starry sky,

maybe I can catch a glimpse of the mind,

the mind which birthed me.

And I hurl up the question:

Till when? till when?


Roger