dregs of self
a mind that resides in a black cave of nothingness
a withering soul trembling on the brink of spiritual sanity
eyes that cannot or prefer not to move behind their fleshy shutters
wrapped in despair a thought wasted of colour is flown
to wherever nowhere will not allow it to land
and between his heaven and hell his life shrinks
till there is none left in it of any worth except
the inclusion of a bridge to nothing but an empty world
that neither he nor I would ever want to cross
TOM MERTON
Sat 15th Mar 2025 16:54
I wonder what it must be like to end up in this frame of mind?
-doesn't bear thinking about but does require pitying those who do.
Thank you Hugh
Thank you Holden
Thank you Red'
Thank you Manish
Thank you Nigel
best of regards guys.
Tom