This is one of thise writings that come from that ascetic self-flogging moments in life. I'm not sure everyone feels this way at one time or another, but nonetheless, I do at times. It's paradoxically angst-ridden, yet spiritual with underlying religious tones. Other than that, it speaks for itself.
And when I screamed;
I screamed up high and low; "Father, Let me live!"
And, then they looked at me; And then they screamed at me; High and low, stating their cause;
Saying out loud to me, "You're not the one!!"
My head bowed; My heart fallen; My world died- the weeds that once were my life; wiltered and scattered. And then, I thrusted my efforts; And I tried at my finest; My feet bloodied; my soul bruised;
I picked myself up once again;
I looked up.... And I screamed and hailed towards the sky again, "Father let me live!! Relieve me from my strife!!"
The rest, then, looked on and hummed in unison; "You're not the one." And the sorrow in me grew stronger....once more. ...once more.... ...once more....
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