I am aching inside,
Trapped in the realm of the hungry ghost,
Thrust upon this material plane,
Where that hunger persists,
Deepening into the hollow wonder
of a paucity of being.
Where do I deserve
Love, honor, worthiness
Not here.
Used, abused, erased, accused,
I race to find my blackened visage
Like Narcissus in the murky Water of Life.
The weight of now pulls me down,
What awaits this empty shell
Compassion cannot come from one direction,
Truly there must be a safer plane than this
A dimension free of the pain of your indifference.
Mary K. 2018
