Guardian Angel
September 12, 2007
I’ve descended the
depths of hell,
explored the dark
innards of my mind
I’ve tasted poison
to cleanse myself
of sterile virtues
and mortal fears
I’ve drunk the elixir,
and the youth
has tired me with
its monochrome optimism
The colors of envy
and the shades of lust
have all burned down
to gray lifeless ash
Still, when I close my eyes
my soul lights up
with the glow
of your innocence
An undeserved peace
fills my heart
soothes my nerves
alleviates the pain
A moment before I return
to mundane reality
I forget
The existential angst



September 12, 2007 at 9:53 pm
Respite. Thats what you need.Really.
September 13, 2007 at 12:35 pm
I think wisdom comes along with sadness. I think the feeling is of dissatisfaction.
September 16, 2007 at 10:23 am
yoss: who doesn’t?
shruti: i think knowledge comes along with sadness, not wisdom.
September 23, 2007 at 9:33 am
Read it so many times but I don’t know what to say. I really liked the term ‘monochrome optimism’ .. *still brooding*
October 6, 2007 at 3:37 am
Aria: thanks. i’ll join the brooding, if you don’t mind.