Benjamin Feliciano Poems
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Scorned. That ought to be my name.
Constantly and consistently confused,
By the fact that she reels and rejects,
All within the same day.
My eyes burn like the first time I died,
And my hands shake like the second.
I've resisted as long my heart will allow,
But the days of that are fading fast.
The light in your eyes grows dim.
I feel harvested, you took a sickle to my soul,
Then left me bound alone in the empty plains of remorse.
Its like autumn in this love,
And we're losing color and falling.
Divided like a fraction,
Most days we don't even ...
My Guilt Coeternal
Oh, my vanity has drawn me a new noose.
A fitting reward for the ego driven failure.
Advice drowned out by the disease of self.
Static recollections written in a trance,
Never cease to intertwine with retrospective bouts of self-loathing.
Detesting the past and the paths chosen,
It rings louder each hour and this is my time, my chime.
Worn hands like yellowed newspaper clippings,
Both clench the past as though it could be changed.