You Told Me So

And I feel so dead, so full and so usurped

By the terrible sense of yearning

In angst of fatigued darkness you just see

Once again I have come alive deep within my breath

Once again I want to be filling the void of nothingness

Like your karma stalking you in reassuring faiths

As you see me prophesying along the stranded throughfare

The truths that you once rarely sacrificed to share

As you pontificated your faiths

Stopping once again nearing at the resting place

To ensnare me in the surrounding fullness

My karma, my jubilation gets past the wandering sorrows

In sequences of deep darkness in nearby stillness

And I stop to suddenly think once again

That I am so dead, so full of your pontificated faiths

Even when you are lost in a semblance of nothingness.