Abandoned on a park bench: my motivation
& a dish of patience for my dinner, unconsumed.
Found in its place: an ethereal empathy, soul-
sucked taste of existential dread.
Ripped out of my heart were their teachings
but the tendrils never joined back together.
Strictures and sermons and teacups and
replaced with nothing.
I no longer understand concepts that made
me complete. Faith made homeless.
I sell my cloak and with the earnings, I take
two swords with me down the street.