I have spent the entire day depressed and irrate. What better time to write poetry than at my most creative mentality? I have not edited any of the poems except for the odd spelling mistake.
The clouds are dark outside
just like this herat, the whisps do cover thy
Vanity of what we all seek.
This feeling of bleak
And indetermined hate
For Heavenly sake
Thus, I sit here.
Bored and indecisive of actions and of will.
Do I hand in this letter?
Will things be a lot better?
Of course, we cannot predict our futures!
But at least we can steer our own path
To enlightenment and solace.
There should be no indignity,
There should be no need to suffer for longer than one should.
It is best to make a such decision
And exit from this situation.
No good in being depressed,
No good in having your choices supressed.
Yes, one should meditate on such ideas.
Have no fear to take such actions.
Indignity at the situation
One must muster one’s own respect
And serve one’s soul and be correct.
Lest it turns nasty
At least you have your dignity.
Hold your head up high,
For no one else will hold it for you.
you will then see sunshine
And all will then be fine.