vaibhav- a good tight poem

Why kneel,

I asked myself,




Walking down an urban landscape




Searching,

for my self,

Searching for myself.




I turn notice.







The world is kneeling,

Burdened by this weight

of




uncertainty.




Certain demise

eludes the few



Craving for forced intellect.




Certain anger

Pervades the winds,

Those sorry winds

Of sorrow,

Regret.




My thought's scream agony,




I wrench my heart,

Twist my lungs,

Scream,




Throw away ecstasy.







Why feel

I ask myself,




Walking on in ignorant darkness,




Picking up bits,

Of my self,

Kicking at bits of myself.