The Wanderer's Guild - Poem by Isaak DeMaio
This is for you and all of your friends,
the one's who laugh when at your worst,
with loose lipped mouths that sink ships,
but too small to sink a beating heart.
Build up these walls that suffocate yourself,
hide in the shadows by your lonesome,
your moment will come in and of itself,
while feelings contained are yours to be released.
And these are the flaws,
entwining emptiness and lonliness,
in manifestation with alienation
fermentating the unrelenting,
awakening the past to light,
as suffering is part of our lives.
But to the bitter knowing end,
we are afraid of our sins,
regretting choices that the mind forgets,
forgiving, as we are all humans,
but losing control of all things dear,
faking friendships until they turn sour,
releasing anger, long overdue,
from all the falsehoods and deceit,
and all the shit that came along with it.
Recharging on exhaled fumes,
consequences fancy unwanted attention,
invisibly creeping and cricketing,
annoying the conscious mind,
swirling guilt behind pupils,
so dilated, becoming blind,
the leader of the Wanderers Guild,
leading the safest path to desolation row.
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