An Epiphany of Love and Kindness

by

Adam Gosha

My good ideas have failed. My bad
ideas have failed. So much irony.
Too much irony. How much irony will
it take before the beginning or the
end? I've found loneliness and I'm beginning
to love it. All that exists begins
to live not in deservance. I'm free
as far as I can guess,
at least until I'm found where I've been
left behind many times. Until I'm
found I'll not be trapped I say!
I'll never reach out for another again.
If someone reaches for me I'll revert to
my original form:
A skeptic of love and kindness.
Remaining modest, remaining
afraid, remaining myself, remaining
in pain. Remaining alone I'll see
great legends come to life. And all that
lives is born
to die, and all that breathes was
born to deceive, and with what I see
is born to cry, for alas the point
reached was once no more. No more than
shattered glass. Shattered glass
absent of colour. The colour of oceans
and northern lights in love.
A love so pure it's too
good to be true. A truth so false
it could have only been written on
brittle paper.

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