it’s not the pain
i am entitled to.
it’s the pain
i feel unworthy
of. the pain i don’t
deserve to claim
as my own. the pain
that echoes
down through
generations. a pain
that was never mine
alone. the pain
that is stronger than any
i’ve ever known. it’s the pain
of thirst, for love, that is
empty like life is,
and heavy, and hurt-
ful as a smooth river
stone, thrown by some
dull david whose goliath
looms with projected
menace, intentions unknown.
stone, thrown by some
dull david whose goliath
looms with projected
menace, intentions unknown.
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