06-13-2016

06/13/2016

NessaMonroe

 

Shame, like poison,

            Consumes me….

Your eyes, judgmental;

             Like knives.

  The flames of what you’ve done,

     Licking from your tongue,

         Saturating me with 

    Hopelessness,

              And lies….

  It’s your world

     That we live in

           Now.

 It’s your game

          That we play;

   Your rules

        To obey….

  We rise,

 And we fall.

We’re like pawns

       To them all.

But they’re puppets

     From inside,

         While you laugh

From where you hide.

     It’s ironic

That we know

   They’re just actors

          In your show. 

  Only we three

         Know the truth:

       They’re just tools

     That you use;

            And you’ll orchestrate

          Until

    The well you’ve tapped

          Runs still.

  Well, I’m fetal in my shame.

      I’m hopeless with your blame.

  But someday, I will rise;

And the world will know your lies.

     You’ll be forced to face me

           Then;

    But who can really

         Win

   Against someone like you�"

         Against someone who

               Feels entitled to this game,

              And justified to my pain.

        Well, in my heart, I’ll know I’ve won

     Because my morality is strong.

       So play your game,

  And play it well.

       I’ll keep my truth.

  Enjoy your hell.

Reviews

[The Iron Horseman]

Very original and very well done. Whoever he is, I hope he reads this! Bring on your rebellion!