(A lone voice whispers)
In this maelstrom of life
There's always a way to help sad times end
Just ask for help from family or friends
So don't just wander lost
Loveless and forgotten by your version of God
That self-indulgent cognitive deep-seated emotion
Has never been a prerequisite
Bestowed from strange unvisited realms
From so high above
You just need to embrace all of your carefully camouflaged deep
Compartmentalized scars
To try to find your own Philosopher's Stone
Where it's just brimming with hope
Within your own hidden spiritual development
And maybe forgotten divine love
For it will help to support you
Whenever you are stuck
Wallowing knee-deep
In your life's own ever-growing mud
Copyright John Duffy
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