Desolation.
No, not in emptiness.
Nor, in loneliness.
Desolation, in intention, anguish.
Thou revolts on memories foul
And, in doing so, omit memories jubilant.
Thou loses self in desolation.
In anger complete, thou lives without dignity.
Nonetheless, memories bring pain.
Memories of fathers absent,
Households becoming prisons,
Bodies becoming worries,
Love becoming heartbreak,
And happiness turned sour.
How does thou live without omission of pain,
Or omission of happiness, when one consumes the other?
Acceptance.
Live thou life in revolt of forgetting.
Noli Oblivisci
