R. S. With (№ 411324)

I am looking for harmony island,
Barkas among the fears of the abyss,
And this mental apostrophe,
Loitering, not alone...
There is knowledge , - the light of the lighthouse,
Leading through thorns to the stars,
The road to them is so difficult,
But, all the qualities will grow!
Vices, getting lost in a tsunami,
My barque is pushed on the rocks -
Maneuvering between sins,
But, often my hold is flooded.
I reproach myself again,
Descending into the depths of consciousness,
I am looking for harmony there,
There are only boundaries in the mind, canals!