Read me with rhythm

What are you running from?

Interminable guilt complexes?

Vicariously lived lives?

Mediocrity. Hypocrisy. Jealousy. Lies

Of proclaimèd love and secret hate. Of secret desires to see

me fall or ingratiate

Myself to desperate and desolate depths – unforgivable law of delimited self respect.

Why must my time to rise be defined

By the sand dune dreams you never dared to climb? Into which

your faded footprints merely sink

You decline

Your unwhole life wasted in the sand dunes of time.

Your hourglass not only ran out- it cracked

Like the fragmented facets of your many faces that cracked

Leaving you dispirited; malnutritioned, you lack – I can’t make up for your lack – of

Gumption, character or loving

Support your own depths,

I’ll support my own heights. I reach for skies

I’m immune to your cries,

Your torments

your abuses, my, oh

My league is miles high. I’ve wasted enough energy and time.

It took more than a day, but now I walk in the light.

Published by WritesofPassage

Welcome to my blog about travel and humanity, where the two join hands to send a message: that we all want to say the same thing. The purpose of this blog is twofold: to give a crazy mind a canvas, and to touch somebody's truth.

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