Baskadia

Dear heart,

Please take a break

I know this feeling, I have had this feeling before

It soothes at first, beguiling flings

Which shines, too

Sometimes brighter than goddess Theia

I know the comforts, the placidity it yields

And the euphoria!

Dear soul,

Stop the inner monologues

I know them, I have heard them before

With their potent, clean blade of satires

They chop pathos into cruelty, dubiety into actions

Listen to how it urges me into a chance, now or never!

Volition, I can hear the whispers. Volitions!

Dear mind,

Avoid these thoughts

I remember them, they’ve run here before

Scattered into ways of no pattern

Tearing asunder the accords binding the soul and mind

Here, they boast of the utility they bequeath me

Chary, here, I must be, and slow I must tread

Forasmuch I owe the better of me to them

But hey! Avoid these ones regardless.

Dear self,

Collect these fragments and mend them back

For you’ve lost yourself, broken and scattered

Blend symphony from these discords

And for once let you speak as you, dear self!