Lessons...a new poem, not like the last poem, just a new poem....

The lesson I never received.
Find yourself before finding contentment.
The lesson learned in pain
Contentment without knowing self is a prison cell
The path full of turmoil
War reaching a heavenly destruction
A reflection of things lost
Only remaining within a dream
That vision
Of I, sailing a solo ship
Nothing but sea in all directions
Land, the hope for tomorrow
Though, tomorrow is for another sorrow
Lost to my own insanity
Those images are out in the clouds
Visions of what will never be
The whisperings haunt me
My spirit longs for these trivial things
Though, they're beyond my reach
Images stroll over my eyes
From what madness has caused
Someday there will be an accounting
Soon that moment will be here
Banging on my cabin door
Wanting to collect justice
I'm not afraid
In my greatest suffering
I am not dismayed
I find laughing at their darkness pleasing
My memory guides me
I know every smile
Counted every tear
So you see
I have no fear
Death has already occurred
I be numb in flesh
Just repeating this day as the last
Alas, perhaps by some good joke
A spiritual interception
It will not be for not
That is what I endure
Awaits me on the shore
I on my knees
Those eyes looking into these
When weeping will be no more
Reunited in the vast garden
Serenity
A cursed clock having no hold
Soon my time will be over
I continue
My hope to fight against the sorrow


G.Schindler obviously wrote this