Suffer

                                                                                                                                                                                           .

Praying for the pain

to take it all away.

That singularity

of burning purpose

in my soul.

Something greater than me

and my own paltry sacrifice.

Transforming,

emancipating,

unusual.

Never stopped a thought

to understand it,

just let the chemicals

go on their way.

Don’t coddle expectations,

just demand them.

Follow the energy

along the pathway.

And when I die,

I know that I will face

judgement for my

avarice and waste.

I cut my own throat

in my haste.

Dear God,

am I too late

to suffer for all this?

                                                                                                                                                                                           .

                                                                                                                                                                                           .

HG – 2021

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