The question of questions,
Posted on 08. Mar, 2008 by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Survival
Doubt, my dim companion.
Why does my soul seem ill-content,
with a fraction of life
the sacrificial grace of torment.
The whole of me, lasting, longing,
that I breathe so deeply,
and it inspires greed, for more,
the very thing I cannot be.
Cannot my spirit be worth,
trivial compassion,
or do I find my value, dripping,
in a vein surrender I never succumb.
Had I, tried as one might,
have the sight to believe,
just on more time, in me,
as I reach for what I need.