I feel like a lonesome fruit

not quite ripe enough to be juicy

and fresh

green hue and yellow pale colour

a mango on a branch

dry and young

no pulp like water for thirst

I am nothing but a pit from the dirt

I have lived in illusion

so caught up in samsara

praying God every day and buddha

but my health is shocking

I have lived in an illusion for many years

stumbling into fabulations and stories

I feel lonely tonight to speak the truth

from having been so blind when I thought I could see

better than i had ever before