such anticipation

the future, not blank, not black

but festively wrapped


deferred. deferred.

a dream deferred.

the future a blur


this is how people lose faith.

i was ready for something big,

now it’s blank.


in a dark room

there’s a light under the door

i can’t see where it’s coming from


focus. breathe. discern.

were we called?

where do we go from here?


heartbreak over a fragile pyramid

nostalgia for things i never had

a longing for the green pastures already mine


i have a dream, a nightmare

i wander for 40 years in a desert

the promised land was never promised




Edit: Written Spring of 2016


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