Awoken from slumber, burial’s rehearsal,

I felt a clamant, innate need

to disclose truths deep-seated, best left said:

it oft seems that for very many of us

life is a squall, not a gale, let alone a breeze,

more headwinds than tailwinds,

tender mercies few and far between.

 

My chiefest hope is that hopelessness

is amiss, despair spurious;

admittedly, that which we wish to be true

we readily believe, so as to relieve

acute existential angst,

but consciously or otherwise we choose

either trust or dubiety for company,

and only trust brings along

an affable sidekick, comfort.

 


Brandon Marlon is a writer from Ottawa, Canada. He received his B.A. in Drama & English from the University of Toronto and his M.A. in English from the University of Victoria. His poetry was awarded the Harry Hoyt Lacey Prize in Poetry (Fall 2015), and his writing has been published in 250+ publications in 28 countries.

www.brandonmarlon.com

May 8, 2018

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