I wore devotion
Proud like feathers
In a bed so soft
That I nearly drowned

I never took that garment off,
Afraid to wash it
Even on delicate;
Stains like ghosts
From a wishing well of tomorrows
That evaporated
Long before I could even
Whet my lips.

Alone again,
Chastising the
Blind I had embraced
In trade for one more day,
One more breath,
A sigh in the face of
Promises broken.

Relief begins to fill the cracks
And crevices of a
24 month delusion.

There is no medication,
No whispered words,
Nor borrowed sentiment
That will heal
My broken,
Save myself.

He moves to journey
A wilderness untamed,
To escape
Lest he forget,
No matter where he slumbers,
He wakes always
To the sound of his own
Humanity, bereft.

11/04/2013

Author's Note: This moment, this now, I remember to serve, always, love.

Posted on 11/04/2013
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