sliding down to a netherworld of my own making...

I have to say,

even though, here,  I write & play,

that of late, I find myself,

a bit down,

and willing to do something,

that is not karmically right,

nor good for my future,

not allowing it to be bright,

or for that matter,

out in the light,

more like, actually in that asylum,

I have beaten to death in my poems.

An asylum with doors made of steel bar,

no windows, thus far,

no freedom to be me,

no way to write,

no way to allow the right.

while you are praying for others,

even though I find it hard to believe,

maybe you can throw in a prayer or two,

for the likes of me,

not much worthy of anything more,

because I know myself on that score,

I have however, gone thru this before,

so I know I will get past it,

and through the door,

to a better time again,

and with all the help, you and yours,

can give, I may just make it faster & more…   (ed)