He, Is Not I

The days are long, and they grow longer. Fighting my mind, artfully I conquer. Angels surround me but in my mind still lives old monsters. 

Unable to free myself from these thoughts. I flow with the stream, seeing but not understanding so many things. 

How am I supposed to find myself? When I’m trapped being someone else.

 At times I feel, this life is a dream. Not even real filled with temporary pain and short lived thrills. 

I fit in no where. I must go it alone, I feel sadness in my heart from being so far from home.

Surrounded by so much beauty, yet at times I can feel so much darkness inside and I can feel so ugly. 

Sometimes I feel so lost inside, feeling so disconnected I thought I just wanted someone to hug me. 

I just wanted to be understood. But I can’t be explained, so they just pass judgement unable to feel my heart or comprehend my brain. 

I breath in deeply, hoping that my gloom flees from me. But it’s like a shadow always there even when I think I have no care. 

Will I ever escape this person I call myself,  for he is not I, and I am not this self. 

Sri Taris 

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Author: Sri Taris

I Am conscious energy, here with the purpose of transcending the mind, and uniting the spirit of humanity in natural peace, love, and harmony!

5 thoughts on “He, Is Not I”

  1. I don’t think I am myself after reading this ha! Go to God about your fears and your current pain that you feel both mentally and internally! He got you and he loves you endlessly! Give it to God! He’s patiently waiting on you in Jesus Name! God bless and much love! Xxoo

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