I came to this for detachment
knowing, that of attachment, I'd had the best.
I look in their eyes, crying, 'love me'.
My needs, so long soothed,
raging above my love and detachment
mocking my purpose
blocking my vision
and in the back, fear whispering,
'love's dying, you'll lose her,
hurry, find your way before it's too late'.
I'm right, though I can't remember why
amid this rage of emotions.
Let it be, is the way, I think,
I fear I cannot turn away...
The next depression I'll ride down
to hell and back, I think
just to see if it's as bad as I fear
for, if I'm not gambling everything,
then why am I here?
gallagher
10 Apr 75
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