love, poetry

Try, despite everything, try.

Sins pay forward

In cycles

And intuition

Sparks but these

Are ghosts repeating misdeeds

Not that person anymore

But he looks for it

Afraid of what he might find

Haunting the house

Where his heart lives

A tenant, as we all are

But he fears he’s disposable

Surplus and indulged

Catching glimpses of his

Adoration in the loving

Idiots on TV and worries

She makes the same connection

He is good because it is the right thing

To do but he’s most effective when

He’s conquered himself

And some days his weaknesses

Tug at him like a wound

Which is slow in healing

And quick with wisdom

But he tries.

He tries

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