L.C. McQuillen
25.02.24
Despite my mind thinking rationally
And my heart feeling wholly
My soul rejects the fundamental possession of this life.
Yearning for the ancient
It quietly cries and seethes and grieves
No matter the lightness my body seeks
My soul remains heavy in custody
Seeping into my unfocused mind
And scraping into my weary bones
Whispering to my heart that this is not the way
But it is what we are given this day
Nourishment for disease
Thoughts for illness
Sustenance for greed
Material for meaning
Not even love seems enough
For my hiraeth soul’s contentment