Day 606
If you've been a reader of this blog for any length of time, you know that I often process heavy things with poetry. I apologize if this one melts your brain, but I promised to share the struggles along with the success. Here you go.
If you've been a reader of this blog for any length of time, you know that I often process heavy things with poetry. I apologize if this one melts your brain, but I promised to share the struggles along with the success. Here you go.
Tension, like dense fog frozen, envelopes the eviscerated carcasses of half-truths hung
Chilling the marrow of well meaning warm bloods, it hardens the hell-bent belligerent tongue
Political poison slowly subdues him, maniacal maneuvers breathe whispers of woe
Beware the plots of polyester pirates that grin with their good eye for things you don't know
Seduced by the secrets that romance rebellion he tears at the frayed edge of friendship forlorn
Irrational fear of betrayal awakens his battle-worn bloodlust for power reborn
No apology appeases his red-faced raging no concession consoles his torment within
In the end he denies me the right of redemption resigning to only repeat it again
I gather the shards of my shattered conviction and piece them together as best I recall
Forged in the fire of pure self-reliance I gather up stones and rebuild my wall
Amazed, I consider the numerous occasions upon which I've risen from rubble and dust
Pain is the process that produces a metal resistant to rot, erosion, and rust
Fractures and fragments lie strewn out behind me the flotsam of faltering footsteps in sand
The pieces I'm missing are now gone forever, the future I'm facing unfolds in my hand
Gone are the innocent days of denial, the challenger beckons me into the street
Facing each other with trigger hands twitching this may be the final occasion we meet
He glares with his drawing hand poised and positioned, promising to mete out my judgement today
But I'm tired of fighting for what doesn't matter so I simply refuse him and just walk away
On a desolate street he festers and curses wondering why he's again all alone
With eyes that look inward he'll never see clearly, the only betrayal of him was his own
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