The Ways of Ingratitude
Scattered like rain
over the cathedral steps.
Years spent among the voices, outcast,
unhinged from the world.
The night is pale in my hands.
The fields are drenched with the quiet moans
of judgment. I live in the sewers
of diseased despair and broken expectations,
in the cold wilderness of reducing hatred,
clutching the key to release all my woes
by disparaging another.
Somewhere the light breaks, but I am stuck
with the television glow.
Copyright © 2002 by Allison Grayhurst
First published in “Novelmasters” May 2017
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