A spiritual master's words of upliftment <br />about love for self, inner sanctuary, true <br />love as goodwill towards all men, eternal <br />bliss; are not helping as I sit here with my <br />digestion disrupted, white as a sheet <br /> <br />Feeling overpowering fatigue - spiritual <br />education does not work for a sick body, <br />I am the most unevolved human being, <br />only one concept makes sense: life is <br />a degenerative disease - I cannot <br /> <br />withdraw into my inner citadel while my <br />body is in hell, my safe fortress against <br />a tempestuous world is going to pieces <br />in the heat, I am nauseous and wish I <br />were dead already - if I am a creator <br /> <br />As the wise guru says, then I am one of <br />the worst, creating subhuman conditions <br />in an overheated building and destroying <br />my life by ingesting germs in my stomach <br /> - if I were really capable of creation <br /> <br />I would have created a firing squad to take <br />me out of this life, tackling the problem of <br />being my own companion for all eternity <br />as and when it arises; even without the <br />perfect love for self as recommended <br /> <br />I prefer rest in the grave to the pain in <br />my digestive system…<br /><br />Margaret Alice Second<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-firing-squad/
