DAILY TOIL
I wake up again:
another day
of confusion and pain
when I am
unenlightened
and dissatisfied.
No good news:
I’m still alive
and I’m unrealized.
It may be an illusion
but it is mine
and I’m in no mood
to drop it,
even for awhile.
Although I’m lazy
it seems ease
is not for me:
struggle and torture
are my lot
- my style! -
at least internally.
The anger and hate
keep the lamp
burning
late into the night
- once the fuel is spent
I extinguish
into silence and delight.