Another pour
another night,
perhaps I should
perhaps I could,
plunge into depths unknown
obscure my vision, drown,
but I will not.
For I am a
miserable
son of a saint
and cannot bring myself
to completely undue
the good she made,
hope buried deep.
Somewhere inside
she shines in me.
© Jasper A. Flintsmith 2021
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