since the banishment
possibilities appear
as anguish
not as opportunities
the shunning
the stark sudden turning
away
diminishes the world
obscuring old joys
a small thing like
averting a glance
making no mention but
at least no longer looking
for blame or absolution
or reason
a philosophical escape
from anger and pain
a looking forward beyond the void
brings an incomplete rescue
leaves a hangover of hurt
the new normal
a fractured soul, a bent back
carrying the stones, the weight
of scorn
real and imagined
the added burden of disbelief
there is no silver lining...
Barry DeCarli
April 20, 2016
On Hammond Pond
©Barry DeCarli
Draft #6
