LIVE WITHOUT VIII

I am alone.

It is getting easier to live without Joy

without Hope

without Faith or Charity

the whole entire whorehouse of happiness

that I once entered

so frequently

so fecklessly.

I am without the things that gave live meaning

and I am getting used to it.

Is this giving in?

Is this accepting the worst?

Is this weakness

or am I making the most of a bad situation

expecting, praying

that someday

it will improve?

No, that can�t be it.

Hope is gone.

As if Faith and Joy.

I am alone�