Dead Weight Bliss

Burning, burning ground beneath me as sunstroke creeps in

Blisters forming, how they sting, but not compared to where I’ve been

 

Yearning, yearning for the chance to see you again

Yet I was dismayed when I stepped back on this terrain

 

Spurning, spurning me away before we could even meet

Spiting me despite my efforts and insisting I retreat

 

Turning, turning back seems pointless when I’m come so far, still

Treason knows no mercy and warrants no explanation nor goodwill

 

Learning is a never-ending voyage, and this is just another lesson

Living expeditiously because it must be destined

 

I’m adjourning this chapter now and will have no regrets

For I’ve many homes before and will soon find the next.

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