Poem Written At Night
Now, I am asked, how do you feel
with medicinal panacea
healing your pains and pangs
and troubles? I answer: well again,
a direct heal; a liberator in time
of trouble quells the very source
of anguish and distraught,
manage discontent and soothe
nerve agents working
for demonic destabilization,
waylaying of thought ...
Then is comfort showered
again (upon me), that where
contemporary soldiers of fortune
and fame strive, thrive and stride,
make a dent in knowledge,
there I must walk again!
Take a look at mismanaged
healing affair, for a moment,
when agents fail in their mission,
it is a blurred vision and indecision,
a quaver and stand still upon the sand;
vague thrust & nothing accomplished!
Asked again: have I made you well?
I answered I will never walk
this path again!