Condition
To know how it ends is a curse.
To know this curse is my life.
It's when I heard you say "life is hard", you spoke with such anguish, I could not relate.
For I too have discovered this truth, in all fairness I say "So what?", "Carry On", for although your accusation of
self-pity and tragedy is all consuming at the time, mine is forever or at least until the end.
To know each day that this condition exists.
To know this condition is eternal unto my end, is also to know that your anguish, to me...
Is nothing more than a momentary inconvenience designed to interfere with our time together, your pain has a
duality, it spreads from you and is exorcised only when it's debris has exploded from your anger and it's remnants rest on those around you, to me, your anguish shall always pale in comparison...
To my condition.
To know this truth is to be sad.
To know this sadness is my curse.
To destroy this sadness is my mission.
To accept this mission is my madness.
To live with this mission, this madness, this curse and this sadness...
Is my condition.
So I say this, with conviction.
Please.
Try to remember, your anguish is brief, a moment of pain, but for me...
It is my eternal condition.
Copyright © Kristopher Curran | Year Posted 2012
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