Stuck in a rut

This equanimity
Threatens to die
Visions of conflicting equality
Vie for this hearts cry

I am torn from within

Hidden sin

Each promise relief
But deliver a dead wreath
Graced with ornaments
Of putrid scents

Of reality as it is
Finest
Due to an eternity of practice
I am the fool playing the wisest


Disappointment

Continued desire rent

In two

Pullings to prove

Truth not even there

For the sake of what?

Stuck in a rut