Two Short Poems

Hello everyone, these are some short poems I wrote recently which I decided to post because I haven't posted in a bit.

Loneliness

When becoming becomes unbecoming,

When longing no longer succumbs to numbing,

But on the path of the ascetic, I stumbled and wept,

Desperately objecting to my wicked desire attaching to objects.

My dispassion for the world rages like a fire.

Doesn't that raging fire betray your desire?

For liberation from this world of pain and sorrow,

To turn away from, and never see the morrow,

You will still falter, Your journey still remains,

Until you sacrifice at the altar, your want to obtain,

Which will sublate the you in the you,

And the you which you have accrued,

And you will finally understand what you have pursued.

Meaning

Standing on top of the mountain

Contemplated the wanderer.

What purpose had his pursuits

Of only climbing higher?

Tired and exhausted,

He finally wanted to sit down.

But he wanted to sit down

Only when he knew others wouldn't frown.

He looked down for a second

Into the deep dark depths

A chasm of death and destruction

Which cleaved the inside of his very soul

He shivered and backed away terrified

And decided to continue his journey

Higher, ever higher

Terrified of what he saw beneath.

He didn't have it in him

To confront the abyss

It wasn't climbing which had tired him.