Nonsense Poem by Dhananjaya Premawardena

Yet, something I feel is not quite right
Some shift is quite stirring
The ground underneath me is quaking
Preventing me from pursuing this prize so alluring

The stable day breaks forth dark night
From whence only calm night stood
Nightmares erupt and quake my poor head
Diluting my strength to stop this feud

A feud from which my head struggles
Two great forces outshined
By one extraordinary person
That tears me apart body and mind

Truly, can it really make sense
For God to fall below anyone else?
Can the water flow through the air
Or can all sound be of bells?

It is a battle of weaknesses
A battle of pride
To fear evil or betray good
Is the decision to have lived or died

It is a problem
That I have fell
That this conflict may never be solved
And only time can tell.