Decadent Heel

Some dutifully wish for the quiet mind,

I for the decadent heel,

Where my ragged, underestimated highs tread,

Leave expectation behind in the grey gravel

Decadent adornments, yes, maybe, maybe

But the heel holds bland, untraveled, unseen.

In any case, my mind shivers, it is not quiet,

Ideas, creations are flung, loved and discarded.

But forever, the decadent heel I wish.

More than I am, more than where I sit,

I envy those with blackened shoes.

I linger here, in normalcy, in comfort,

but no fulfillment comes to me to cherish.

I claim things with microphones and I speak most highly,

They are empty and hollow, they are, my words.

Too much time spent walking in paths

Spectacularly ordinary I am, but aware,

I could drink from my empty cup,

I surely would fool everyone,

But I myself, the gravest enemy within,

will ruin and tear me apart.

The decadent heel, will I ever achieve?

I tread, I impatiently sprint, anything to polish it,

But not yet achieved, and will I ever?

The high lords sneer at my insolence,

I bite back with venom and spit,

They have the mind named Quiet,

And it revolts me and I, for now, sit.

Author's Note

this doesnt rhyme and doesnt follow the traditional "pattern", but i hope you can look round this