.
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
