Ace Of Black Hearts
The Malnourished - Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
Is it wrong to want to scream for no reason at all.
An emotional outburst.
A poison that brings nothing sadness.
Seeing right through the madness.
Today love feels no kindness.
Another rotten apples falls from a dying tree.
Succession, is the gift not the lesson.
Marching with precision in a precession.
To follow, but the footsteps are already gone.
A spin of a compass, leaves me only more catawampus.
Hey look at that poor fellow, I think he might be just lost.
Everything has it cost.
Revisiting a scene of backwards anatomy.
Am I the protagonist?
The instigator, did I insight this transformation?
Revelations, hindsight is a blind man's tool.
Feeling like a fool.
Welcoming the cruel.
So excited to eat the gruel.
Just another mule, carrying a dead man's weight.
Starting over how do I propagate a fully grown tree.
The fruit that bares no seeds.
This is me, in so many ways.
But not for long because I can never stay.
Absence of follow through.
A glue that just doesn't stick.
A wick that will not burn.
Oh how I urn for what I can never have.
This comes with the fall.
The higher the cliff, the more you drift.
Feeling like cyst that can't be removed.
So pronounced, just look at it.
Such a hideous disease.
But it does not grow, so it is no danger to you.
Ignored for something better with a well wishing letter.
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