'Help me'

Help me.
Help me. Before I fall into a pit of self-pity.
A pit that is so deep that no length of rope
can ever reach the bottom.
For the pit of self-pity and despair
is an endless drop.
A drop into oblivion.
A sweet oblivion of nothingness.
To be relief of worldly affairs.
Of material things that are meaningless.
Meaningless to the soul
that hungers for something much more.
A hunger that is soon echoed by many others.
Silence! – O hungry ones.
Leave me be.
Thy presence is undesired.
Go back!
Back to where thou came from.
From beyond.
Must thou come to torment me?
Thou who art nothing …
And yet everything.


created @ Thursday, August 06, 1998 1:37:24 PM