Day 396: Carried Back

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having been happy
once
brings no peace
to present discontent.

rather,
it looms
as a weight
that by age
or weakness
you find yourself
suddenly –
surprisingly –
unable to lift.

and the future forecasts itself
as a surmounting
more
with less and less strength
to master it with.

“take heart.”

i’ve been told.

but where,
or to whom,
should i take it?

what ipecac affects
our daily dose of poison?

what priest absolves the sin
we defend?

what doctor would bind –
and bind again –
the affliction of the afflicter, infinite?

 

there is no kindness left in me.

 

i have spent it on falsehoods
i’d give anything to believe in again
and on a faith that has flown,
carried back by the angels who brought it,
leaving only memory,
as faint as a dream
that dapples in daylight
until gone.

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