Drugs of Restlessness

Truth expounders
Scholarly smokers
Pious peers
Mirror of the souls
& Self.

Information bombards her
From every direction,
Leaving a skeleton of
Puzzling void
& Self.

The World and Her king
Distract her
From her own heart;
Dungs of complacency
& Self.

Entertained by all things
Left helpless by all means
Hateful insensitivity,
These rotten droppings of
Self.

Why can't I seem to delight in
All that is pure,
All that is lovely,
All that is true?

Why can't I seem to return to
You?

I long to return to You.