Poem by R.M. Dolin
Quiet Acquiescence
Chance wanders west hoping
to forget and simplify.
It’s a long and often
desperate journey to
right now fraught with
fear and failure.
Sympatico’s journey is
much the same only
imposed by the will of
wicked men.
Risk is nothing more
than an instinct to survive
measured against
a willingness to move all in.
Pursued by the emptiness of night,
Chance retraces decisions
controlling his destiny
while Sympatico long ago
forged a barrier between
herself and the past.
There are no words to
capture pain,
no language for loss. . .
which is why God created
quiet acquiescence.
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