It seems a change has now occurred
'cause sound and sight annoy my soul.
To write now seems to be absurd.
I wonder what can be the goal?
I want to go to bed and sleep.
Yet sleep brings dreams that feel like hell.
I say okay to God and yet
He tells me nothing, so I yell
at all the craziness of this.
Has nature shifted into the bliss
of doing nothing and being no where.
Without my body, am I holy air?
I look below. What do I see?
No reason to be here. No me.
My eye sight's going. My ears hate sound.
Help Holy Spirit I need to be found.
I feel bereft.
8 minute writing exercise
April 14th, 2017