the chief problem......

the chief problem
with waking up
is mostly
that it's permanent
no more snooze buttons
quick fixes
taverns
or rose gardens
not even a catnap
when you're weary
and bruised
to the bone
no matter the darkness
no matter the depths
to which humanity
may willingly
plummet
you cannot look away
those old escapes
dissolved
images burned
on retinas
behaviours pierced
on hearts
madness soiled
on souls
i pray for a heaven
i was told
i would find here
Rumi and Hafiz
the Masters
tell me to rejoice
for i am not
that which i see
but what if it was easier
when i was
what if it was easier
to be the darkness
than merely
to witness it
helpless
paralyzed
unable to stop
the devolution
in progress
Bhuddism taught me
to close my eyes
and stop my mind
Christianity told me
they were the only way
Spirituality hinted
that some were more deserving
and Enlightenment showed me
there was something to seek
so i walked away from it all
out into the empty field
where i discovered
the chief problem
with being nowhere
is that everyone else
seems to be
somewhere