wanting more than less -

needing more than have -

i find my life in shadow,

standing still...



consumed by doubt -

entombed within the walls of disbelief -

i feel the madness creep

into my living,

forcing me to contemplate my fate.



do i seek refuge here

in dying's harbor?

commit to nothing -

become un-done?


how simple then,

the letting go -


no need -

for need,

no longing -

to belong...



so sweet the peace that

must come with the passing.

so great the un-weight,

un-encumbered -

un-entwined -

the soul,

aged captive -

finally free...