Hot Dog

It's like a punch to the gut

only no blood to spill : 

Its all curdled up in 

my bitterness of being.

~

It's like a kick to the shin

only no bone to crack : 

its mashed in to pieces

under the weight of my dreams. 

~

I am a hot dog of well wishes

mashed hope and pureed pain

burn me in desire ; feed them-

my death must not be in vain. 

~

Unfortunate ?

To be worthy of self loathe is also

worth something : 

I learnt this today

as I did the day before,

To be worthy of nothing,

is truly unfortunate.

To end once existence

by choice, is sad indeed

not just for the dead

but for the dying around them.

But to have no will to die or not,

is truly unfortunate. 

Truly unfortunate it is, 

to possess such a beautiful thing :

as life, and pass it by

as you would

the beggar on the street

across your house. 

Truly unfortunate is

this drudgery in spite of 

privileges,

much worthy beings would, perhaps

do justice to 

my worthless being. 

Not there, not here

I went to many places and many

places

came to me

but none as lasting

upon my mind

as the dark corners

where I heard what

I could see.

Much far have I roamed

within the sphere of

my mind,

yet I have not reached

there, where lies

what I seek or 

here, where lies

what I have.

This curse, 

and blessing

at once

is maddening;

to be here 

and not

to be there 

and not.

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