Your unhappiness, anger as you fret about
frustration obliterates the sun, hides beauty
of every moment – worries following you
change my world into a dark and miserable
place, churning my stomach into a knot
I feel bad always, threatening ideas upsetting
you take joy from our life, you admit they’re
not really grave but you’re under its spell –
holding us in thrall, gloom follows us as you
move under the cloud of your impatience
If we could apply the advice of a spiritual
website, everybody should be independent
from each other, joy should be lodged in
one’s own heart without waiting for those
who allow their moods to turn into gloom
Yet it is not possible while we are such a
tight-knit little family
Monday 29 July 2013
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