Poem by R.M. Dolin novel
Damaged Goods
Everything fades,
which requires coming to terms
with how damn hard it is
to establish a new normal.
Like late harvest grapes
turning in the sun
we’re all damaged goods.
Decisions made in haste.
Desperate to delineate
the fine line separating
heaven from hell,
the wise man culls
what he no longer needs,
a humanly impossible undertaking.
“May you always be poor
and devoid of complexity,”
whispers the weary wind
as we pass the place
where she rests.
“At least then you’re interesting.”
From chapter 14 of the R.M Dolin novel, “What Is To Be Done.” While having too much to drink, Dario tells Jake the painful story of the friend he lost in combat, which causes him to have another PTSD episode.
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