about a square peg in a round hole

Here’s a not so good one, I’m feeling rather saturated with the Fucking paper. I’ll probably revise it in the coming days.

Worries

As He sits
on his berth,
relaxing his thoughts and tensions,
His inner conscience pervades
consciousness with thoughts
of distress and fret,
of care innate and burdensome.
Hard strives He
for liberation,
for carefree comforts,
for thoughts of ease;
Yet fails does He
in His fight.

I keep thinking of things I shouldn’t be thinking about. Things that serve only to cause me pain, anguish and disdain. Not feeling very well. At all.