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This Too Shall Pass

K. A. Thayer 
 
The absence of all thought 
is the coward's likely plea 
A pretense of remorse 
and a blind man's fakery 
The ego's flight is doomed 
on anxious wings serrated 
Weather storm or calm 
or mock attempts to save it 
 
You taste of wine and rye 
as you savor every sin 
Your victim comes tonight 
so suck and feed again 
All quiet now the distant din 
Emotions in a ruse 
Once again you fail to hear 
or censure the abuse 
 
The heart of stone and rotting soul 
spreads evil with its fears 
In paradox the faultless child 
would fall apart in tears 
Heed the warning 
Hear the words  
I spit at you in silence 
as passive and aggressive 
is the opposite of kindness 
 
This puzzle once completed 
is minus just one piece 
The clue you found that held the key 
unlocks your fist and falls released 
How often can we mend the flesh 
that's cut and scarred by glass 
In this short life I've lost my faith 
that time heals all at last