O Me! O Life!
...The question, O me! So sad, recurring - What good amid these,
O me! O life?
Answer
That you are here- that life exists and identity,
That the powerful play goes on, and you may contribute a verse.
Response
I must forgive her. I must leave this life I have built. It is the wrong one and I have no more faith in it. No more love contained. There is no more here but the passing of shadows. No joy in others, no love. No beauty in the silhouette on window, reading aloud songs of sorrow.
Duty! Calls the drunk marauder on the street below. I! Duty! He wakes me from my dreams of savage loss. From crushing all I have created. Turning upon my heel to start again, out, in a new direction. I once thought of pride, once a crested moon hung full before me and beamed in it's resplendent splendour. Now the river channels run dry and I have lost the batteries for the remote.
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