do not penetrate me in memories
I refuse to rise to the occasion
of you terrorizing my new found energy
do not stroke me into the heavens
in useless rhetoric of what could’ve been
do not prey on me for I’m no longer
the fool of intertwining emotions
I’m a free spirit soaring the heavens
casting off that which kept me bound
and blind from a paradise of visions
in return for all of your misdeeds
like the vultures, I’ll be there waiting
to inflict the talons that will strike you
forcing you to scurry on back
into the hole you originally came from
mind dazed on fuzzy edges of reality
and endless shades of gray
hazy thoughts, wandering endlessly
within a fog of puzzling illusions
with no clear definition in sight













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