Currently, these days
find me heartbroken and haunted,
seeing ghosts of ancient friends,
mapping all the steps unto the end.
There were souls
that I thought were unconquerable,
bright burning candles
I assumed inextinguishable,
feet that I prayed had the strength
to journey further with me
down these lonely roads.
Then at last,
the God I followed,
the deity I supplicated,
removed all joy from my existence,
all remnants of hope
from my very memory.
I quietly now watch
the slow and soft sunsets
of approaching summer,
I don't believe
I'll be attending parades
nor star gazing
on a midnight beach
but merely writing
little notes of gratitude
for whatever it was
I've known.
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