Within the outer image,
There at times exist,
An inner world of self,
Which is in no way appreciable.
Lost in the turmoil,
Of the mind’s various thoughts,
That keep rolling on its own,
In a mire of its own creation.
The heart that beats every second,
Pounding with great uneasiness,
To find a way out of the mire,
Relentlessly tries to break the iron world inside.
Breaking the inner unwanted self,
It is not in the least an easy task,
But to put in thoughts and words,
The hardest of all the existing task.
Unable to break the chains,
Unable to change the inner inertia
That binds the world inside,
The other better self cries aloud in sheer pain.
04/03/09
Winnie Angel
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/inner-inertia/
