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Anodyne
Please tell me there's a healing anodyne, some kind of mythical enlightenment, a cure capable of extinguishing the flames of grief burning deep within my heart. It's a fire I cannot douse or smother. If there is a balm, something known to man, I beseech you, bathe me in its pacifying waters before my heartache drives me insane. Cleanse the malignancy lost love has wrought. In the song of a lark I found a brief respite. His voice soothed the beast blazing in my breast but then off he flew before I slept. My ache found but a moment's relief then returned to plague me, smoldering again. I linger in sorrow, without means of escape from a life of recurring fear and doubt. Is there no utopian Shangri La or illusive Camelot where memories of us will not haunt me? If not, I must endure this anguish to my grave. In desperation, I planted a garden of herbs and nibbled leaves of chamomile and yarrow, but no analgesic did they prove to be. I should've sown hemlock to end my misery. What anodyne will succor the look of disdain I see, when in a mirror I sorrowfully visualize the love his eyes once held for me? If the antidote blinds me, I beg to be dosed. I would sacrifice sight to set my heart free. June 18, 2022 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 3 Sponsored by Mark Toney
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