Walking Away
Dismaying it is to reroute the course one’s spirit had taken.
It is gone…what’s gone? My mind, my peace?
No, not really.
I grapple with the connotation and I’m fine.
Nothing new, every time you killed me I was born again.
Did we ever share together glee, tears, reflection and devotion?
Did we register memories of us?
Why not? What was the snag?
Judgment, antipathy, distrust, haste, acrid unfettered insinuation, dual standards –
All fed like savage in you and made home.
On some quite tomorrow you may realize why you were −
A way of error, temple full of incineration,
In all effects contrary unto camaraderie and loyalty,
Slayer of repose, school of guile, gilded hook holding poisoned bait,
Maze wherein affection has no room,
Locus of my weariness.
I tried to heal you with love and kisses.
Naught could help whilst you had deep mistrust of my offer.
Course of your proclivity was ever contrary to my affection.
You had your own ways to pursue.
You failed to effectively talk to the mirror.
For my faith, ingratitude I found.
Depths of despair ate away at the connecting threads,
Nothing considered worth remained,
It became futile to hope, dream, pray.
You are putting on ice, giving room to chill of awful fright.
Your words create shadows of gray to haunt and torment.
I am stricken, dying for fresh breath.
I need to heal.
We must walk away.
Farewell to desire, oracle of my failure, my battle-axe.
May life be gentle to you, may God give you his best shelter.
Dismaying it is to reroute the course one’s spirit had taken.
It is gone…what’s gone? My mind, my peace?
No, not really.
I grapple with the connotation and I’m fine.
Nothing new, every time you killed me I was born again.
Did we ever share together glee, tears, reflection and devotion?
Did we register memories of us?
Why not? What was the snag?
Judgment, antipathy, distrust, haste, acrid unfettered insinuation, dual standards –
All fed like savage in you and made home.
On some quite tomorrow you may realize why you were −
A way of error, temple full of incineration,
In all effects contrary unto camaraderie and loyalty,
Slayer of repose, school of guile, gilded hook holding poisoned bait,
Maze wherein affection has no room,
Locus of my weariness.
I tried to heal you with love and kisses.
Naught could help whilst you had deep mistrust of my offer.
Course of your proclivity was ever contrary to my affection.
You had your own ways to pursue.
You failed to effectively talk to the mirror.
For my faith, ingratitude I found.
Depths of despair ate away at the connecting threads,
Nothing considered worth remained,
It became futile to hope, dream, pray.
You are putting on ice, giving room to chill of awful fright.
Your words create shadows of gray to haunt and torment.
I am stricken, dying for fresh breath.
I need to heal.
We must walk away.
Farewell to desire, oracle of my failure, my battle-axe.
May life be gentle to you, may God give you his best shelter.
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