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Forgotten I see
But that's okay
I've made ammends
Forgiving my soul
Moving on
Reminders of the present
The swaggering albatross
Loosened from my neck
Perched upon hidden crustaceans
And irridescent jellyfish
Usually the shoreline is in full view
Though deserted
Windmills like tiny dots
Beaches without people
Singing in the distance
Within their cloistered cottages
I am no longer welcome
Once hoping for acceptance
As I knocked on the mead hall door
Or watched the happy family
From my hovel
Poor but happy
Times they are a changing
So every so often
I weep
Mad at myself
For giving in
To the sweet temptations
Of the flesh
And of the soul
Existence is truly pain
I know that now
Cannot sleep
Until I give even more
The Deists had it right
I'm getting used to the solitude
Silencing gregarious voices
Instead I frequent
The man in black
Like Hester Prynn
There are no happy endings
I live where I've committed my sin
Hawthorne whispers
Be true be true be true
It's never to late