London Poem: Day 253

27 April

A taste of joy,
Pleasure and love,
All threatened by my
Own undoing.
It’s a bitter pill.
I live to know
Where I stand, and
I believed it was here.
However, circumstance works
To take this away, and
I too work hard to tear myself
Away. There is a light,
Sharp and searing, and
I need to know what
Lives beyond it.

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