lost & unfound

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.

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