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A way
May the difficult run its course
Another feeling of pure remorse
When the physical becomes all I know
The inner one feels the foe
Harsh thoughts split my head
Between consciousness and dread
The complexity of this place
Nuance’s glaring face
Words stop what needs
To release from the depths of me
This feeling of letting go
Shows me control
Astounded by how it all coagulates
The confounding nature of fate
The stunning beauty
And cursory mutiny
Stop this stream
Before I rip the seam
To reveal things falling apart
Through disgruntled art
Voids filled with matter
Form a contradictory platter
Of anger, love and lust
That will shortly lead to inevitable bust
We all have the same things
We all have the same things to deal with in life. It is each person's perspective and choice about 'how' to deal with fate. When we judge another without knowledge of that person's perspective (which, according to all we know of physics, is impossible), we curse ourselves, which is why most religions will discourage it. Nonetheless, I like the poem because it is clearly expressed, and speaks very loudly of a perspective of....someone, somewhere, and it food for pondering.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "