Why is it that miles
add
to loss? A country
between
two was enough to
cause
painful realization,
but
an ocean? I am lost
here,
unsure of my albatross
because Coleridge can
tell me no more. I
have
followed poetic
instruction
but the steps lack
finality.
I can no longer be
without
this thought, it is a
lesson
I daren’t unlearn. All
the same,
it is something I wish
I had
never been taught. Some
say
knowledge is more
important,
some say faith; I am
of
unfortunate
circumstance.
I am of the knowledge
that
no certainty is known,
yet
also of the knowledge
no
known faith is true. As
such,
I cannot put pain
aside
for hope despite hope
being all I yearn for.
I feel
every unit of
separation,
and can do nothing to appease
distance or pain. I am
a man
lost in a sea of
unsurety,
desire my sole
companion.