Ash-Heaps of Anguish (a poem)

Self-doubt devours us,
uncertainties and distrust
of primeval dogmas that
failed us wretchedly

charlatan gurus claim
to cure me of fragility,
but steal my virtue,
leave me trembling in
hollow ghettos

I run with pale pacifists,
thieves, madmen,
deprived of darlings,
waiting for judgment

we distrust guru dogma,
sinking in mire,
feelings of finality
in lifeless gardens, snowy
ash-heaps of anguish.

(Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash)


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