Psychological distress

All consuming psyche unrest

Wanna be put to rest

What a mess I must confess

My soul coalesced in so much I repressed

To be addressed

To cultivate finesse

So much my soul wants to profess

God bless, God bless, God bless, God bless

My existence an experiment, a process

I caress and undress

I digress

No one to impress

But yet we obsess

Over our Godly request

Of being a guest

What suspense

Hence

My apprehension of my success, be free from a test

Intense

Because my soul craves greatness yes

Of my temporary self, simply a silhouette

A mono-dualistic duet of opposing forces

Pure magnetic, magic of creation, bless.

~DiosEmporium, 13/03/26