We crave to be embraced by non-

judgmental love albeit unbearable but

all the gods, those created or otherwise

are frowning

we can only hope for some retrieve in

the suspense of self

criticism which is common enough and

in abundance, love

thyself for knowledge is

powerless, empathy has nothing to do

with love; it is but the sharing of pain

we are hopping the river of

life crossing over the

bearables.