I knew I couldn’t make it
through this forest full of thorns,
through the rains that caused the floods,
the downpour escaped from heaven.
It’s acuity at display,
tearing apart the angel’s dwellings,
ruining the domicile of joy
and those soul glimpses of heaven,
as the light blinded my sight
I tried to shield these eyes that wander
but invisible, immaterial-
my weapon – meek and jaded,
by an attempt above its power-
falls to the ground of creation,
as only failure could calm, my inborn indignation.