Rambling LambA Poem by Behrsy
I am the faded moth,
attracted to the light you project, or maybe in the end I really am the butterfly because those false pretenses of protection keep me in the dark Opposites attract yet comprehension of deeper senses retains a spark. I can't seem to get out of my head. Frantic, demanding that someone brings relief and like the dreams (that were safe in their painless blur) no souls seem to see a soul in me. How disgusted I am knotted at the thought of simple needs. Keeping me believing but I need my sanity for tainted perspective. Concepts of timelessness and gravity and post life confessions dragging judgment down to endless inferno (or was that above ground?) I guess that is, perhaps, what we're arguing for. Believe in my sin Or you'll burn in my hell. Hypocrites can spit their biased rhymes the sweetest sound of their own voice pounding out adversity with privilege so protected by a sheltered sense of freedom have you seen them? sparks in their eyes but no fire meets mine like a reflection on black glass asking for attention, recognition but I was raised with suspicious superstition born to distrust disgust and disappear. © 2013 Behrsy |
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Added on June 22, 2013 Last Updated on June 22, 2013 Author
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