Loneliness is poison
black as the spreading veil of space
dimly lit by dusty stars.
but
Happiness is neither drug
nor antidote to be taken
once an eon
until the current supply drys up.
and
Bitterness is a weapon
better used in suicide than
murdering.
So,
shed the anger
that ulcerates your heart,
free the captive named Memory
who steals your life,
lose the fear-ridden dream
that mocks your every hope.
You need not run
towards life,
only
Do not let it get away!
written in Jan. '78
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