heart, carved by a maelstrom of
emotional torment; my mind, flooded by
endless tsunamis of life’s learnings …yet I
am still no master of this world. I speak of
love I am no longer capable of feeling, am
destined to forever remain in the service of
others, will leave this place grappling with
unanswered questions, my efforts spent
…keeping heads above water.
Omaar Khayyam Persian poet,
and no master of this worlds business.