Lesson 34

Pain is closer to love than indifference, so
we hurt and hurt in our fevered attempts
at what we now know to be love, but
in our twisted pilgrimage to that sacred altar
how many of us forget that the God there dwelt
has long since left, left for greener pastures, and
worshippers who aren’t half so demented.

Love is bright and radiant. This I know.
Pain is a placebo pill that you swallow.





Poetry by Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2024-11-09 at 17:26

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