Lesson 34
Pain is closer to love than indifference, sowe 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
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Written on 2024-11-09 at 17:26
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