Into my life you staggered
like some teetering drunk in the night
I fed you, gave you a place to rest
Eventually we became friends, then lovers
I loved you, almost as much as I love myself
This love’s ended, but you’re still here–
parading about naked in broad daylight
Even worse, lurking about as a ghost in my dreams
I built you up, you tore me down
I gave you my best, always you demanded more
I drew up separation agreements, time and time again
You never signed any of them
Why are you still here?
There’s nothing left to give you, or myself
What can I give you
that will make you go away, forever?
Even your silence draws life out of me
There is no peace as long as you’re here
No peace until I forget your name
No living until you’re dead
Not even death can extricate me
from your insatiable wantings
For somehow, you’ve embedded yourself
even in my own dark death wish
Beware, for I shall be watching you
as I sit in motionless silence
Without thinking, without doing
Watching you pass away into emptiness
Poetic Alchemist 
wonderfully written. So very true. The ego needs struggle to survive. Until we just observe and stop trying, stop doing, that the ego disappears. Thank you for this. 🙂
Borut: Thanks. I think everyone faces these issues.
Right now, I feel exactly like that – not a great feeling, but a great finding…!:) Thanks for bringing it out!:)
Floots: Thanks so much. Yes, as a way of living and oh my, the practice everyday.
fascinating idea – as a poem and a way of living
thank you
Rob: Thanks. Chuckle on…
Chuckling at this!
Hey Dan. Thanks, and I hear you.
I hear you! Vasistha’s Yoga couldn’t have said it any better.