Why am I here? Not the here of therapy, of course, The here of the re-incarnation of course. The here and now of earth-life again. Here on earth life I am filled with terror Endless images of catastrophe No peace of mind Daily hating myself. Here on earth-life The love object is still an object The thou part of her Still in the unlit part of my mind. Here on earth-life in my night time journeys The thou of my love object Drowns in the awful whirlpool In the terrible waters of myself. Here on earth-life I am a failed fisherman I reach out to pull in my loved one... Too late. In the night light she disappears. There she is... Now she is gone. I toss and turn I can't breathe. In the daylight She is an object, a toy. I see her clearly only at the hour before death And then I cry forever.
Irwin R. Shaw - June 1990
Why am I here?
Not the here of therapy, of course,
The here of the re-incarnation of course.
The here and now of earth-life again.
Here on earth life I am filled with terror
Endless images of catastrophe
No peace of mind
Daily hating myself.
Here on earth-life
The love object is still an object
The thou part of her
Still in the unlit part of my mind.
Here on earth-life in my night time journeys
The thou of my love object
Drowns in the awful whirlpool
In the terrible waters of myself.
Here on earth-life
I am a failed fisherman
I reach out to pull in my loved one...
Too late.
In the night light she disappears.
There she is...
Now she is gone.
I toss and turn
I can't breathe.
In the daylight
She is an object, a toy.
I see her clearly only at the hour before death
And then I cry forever.