Anima

Unmoved solidity

Walls of reality

Indifferent to me

Manic emotions be

 Unyielding this despair

Not an inch had it spared;

If this be real, then I?

Where in­ schemed do I lie?

 Soul’s moving abundance

Witness my true substance

Unseen between these walls

That held an aching void

 Promised no answers toyed

Much too big a question

This emptiness had asked

A frantic quest too vast

 Untempered, gushed life’s task

To live this world so fast;

Whirlwind picks dust at rest

I, its journey and quest.

Cheung-Ling Wong

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