...this
final and long
longed-for job:
to be unhappy
without doing
evil.
So we sit there
together
the mountain
and me, Li Po
said, until only the mountain
remains.
And let me ask you this: the dead,
where aren't they?
The long silences need to be loved, perhaps more than the words which arrive to describe them in time.
Franz WrightThis is no occupation for an adult who can look other adults in the eye, carry his own weight, and count himself one of them.
Franz WrightTags: poetry
Should each individual snowflake be held accountable for the avalanche?
Franz WrightIf only I could tell someone.
The humiliation I go through
when I think of my past
can only be described as grace.
We are created by being destroyed.
Tags: life doubt death faith ptsd
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