Fine

This is a trilogy of pain
Today, and sighing, and
Dread seeping up from the very
Ground I walk upon.  I am
Forsaken, forlorn, and God
Himself has faded into the
Ethereal distance and I
Cannot feel his hand, his
Quiet breath on my skin.
What is this place I am in this
Time?  How did I get here
All alone and pining
For my home, my past, my
Family, when I know
The past was sour, my
Home is in the future, 
My kin never left and
Here they are.  I must defy
My own defeated stare and
Live, head up, keep the 
Faith and believe I truly 
Will be fine if I just
Keep going.

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