Carl Setzer

Forbidden

What is forbidden
Is not always wrong, rather
Damages power

Heat and light emerge
Clamoring over tree bark
Night descends to dawn

Challenged by a ghost
Only perfection allowed.
Frustrating myself

Dark, evil thinking,
Creating anguish within;
I shall be sunlight

Logic is empty
Without emotion’s driving
Towards decisions

Journeying these streets
This tiny northern city
Gentle waves on stones

A meditation during my wanderings today.

Rage at the moment
Fluttering away like air;
Tragedy’s horror

Finding myself trapped
The past remains within
Hindering progress

Woke from a nightmare
Dreams of death and resistance
To birdsong outside

I find it painful
At the end of busyness
Nothing accomplished