AMPUTATION
My anger is gangrenous black,
glinting fevered pain
from a happiness
that had come and is now gone again.
If my will could bring my star,
her smile could save my world.
So bright and beautiful,
an oyster with a pearl.
I descend; regret awaits,
tasting foul amidst my prayer.
There's no reprieve for rancid love,
nor belief that rides on fear.
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I wish I was there to give you a hug.
Sending good karma. best I can do from here.
dammit.
" when love begins to sicken and decay,
it useth an enforced ceremony.
There are no tricks
in plain and simple faith"....
happiness come and now gone again?
yes, it happens like that often.
it will return,
i have no doubt.
those unaccustomed to happiness tend to forget
that it is the result of an accumulation of alot of hard-won karma.
until the day you cease to be
the chances for it never disappear.
get to a surgeon of the soul and have him amputate that black anger.
i have learned lately that forgiveness ' uplifting power is far mightier
than gravity's descent to regret.
that smile saves many a world;
but who saves the starry source of such perfect solicititude?