Maximum Virtue By Freddy Bosco

What would I have, if I didn’t have life?
My teacher has spoke to this question.
He has said. “Die and find out!”
Many times in my life, strung out, gone,
I have yearned to be released, let go
From a bond that seems so permanent.
But is it? What if anything lingers
Once the bond is broken?
The pain So boring in its dull insistence grips
Me like an octopus with its tentacles
Squeezing me.
At such moments I beg,
Begging the powers that be, going
By their current guise to release me
At least from whatever ignorance Of mine that has brought about agony,
When joy is my birthright.
Suffering Through this storm, I come to find
That patience is perhaps the first
And possibly the only true virtue.