analyse the following poem: as sorrow weeps another day, the forgotten remain untouched
brutal comfort killing my spirit

I ask not of myself, but of my universe 
is now the promised land?

as I sink in the puddle of my thoughts,
wanting, waining, wallowing, wading

who must i calm, who must I wake
to make the journey within?

my head held high in vain
laughing at me

i walk to the road that laid bare, 
unable to see beyond, must I rest for the night?

The jungle is calm, but inviting
Chaos in the shadows, creeping 

Who must I allude to make way into the jungle?
The wild siren calling