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The knots on lifes’ string will not be
The definitive factor that breaks me
At the darkness’s behest, dark clouds hover
Carpeting the sky, attempts at
Cutting my ties with the source;
Redundantly overshadowing an otherwise
Gloomy quest.
Sometimes,
Pain comes from where we least expect it
My quest for love did not go
As I had initially intended,
Instead, it took a turn, then another,
And then another …
I do not know what saddens me more
The betrayal, or my heart becoming accustomed to it.
Many great men have embraced the pain
Used it as an excuse to inflict
It would be so easy, wouldn’t it?
Undoubtedly, this event will change
The established code
But not facilitate
Inhibitions that coil the light
In my heart
Instead, it will be that
Which I step on
To reach that
Which I deserve.
– Original-Dante ©2017
Photograph by: MikkoLagerstedt
O.D. 
This is beautiful! ❤️
Thank you my friend 🙂 ❤
So good hearing from you 😊❤️
Sent a response to your email…sorry for the late reply 🙂
No worries 😊
Felt. But these words resonated the most:
“My quest for love did not go
As I had initially intended,
Instead, it took a turn, then another,
And then another …
I do not know what saddens me more
The betrayal, or my heart becoming accustomed to it.”
— sometimes it feels exactly as you say; that our quest is on a journey of its own. As if we’re so long gone that there is no change of us reaching our intended destination. Beautiful piece, as always.
Thanks Jo, much appreciated.