Happiness eludes


Contentment deceives


     Loneliness prevails


          Truth loses


               Love uses


                    Friendship forgets


                         Honesty wastes


                             Youth competes


                                   Hostility satisfies

                                        

                                        Hope stumbles


                                             And


                                                   Escape invites



There's supposed to be a balm....


Could going ahead with this be it?


Have I reached Giliad?


I need Giliad.


Is it time?




—Larry Hallock

Noted: it’s more frequently spelled Gilead.

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