New Poem
Destroyed by Confidance.
I am destroyed by your convictions
Disarmed by your lack of trust.
Your words hurt me to the very core.
Ripping my heart in two.
Yet, you see no wrong in what you do.
Looking out for me is your priority.
Remaining in your function as commandant
Stifling my dreams and hopes.
Your slings and arrows do nigh exist in this world.
Yet seem to excel in piercing me through.
What cruel joke fate has played
To give me a relationship this close to destroy me.
What more can I do for you?
Have I not walked the red hot coals of your path?
Slogging across the barren wastelands on my youth
My eyes filled by the lights of your illusions.
Reality hit like so many collisions to my face.
Demolishing my defensive walls in a matter of minutes.
Leaving me barren and naked against my foes.
While you were there to sympathize.
Yet, in my weakest moment,
You’ve again turned on me like beast to the master.
And like Bishop to Rook, used me in your game.
Slain by choice and not necessity.
So where do I stand now?
Broken, amongst the swirling tide of my new and uncertain future.
With scarce resources at my disposal
And growing ever distant from you.
Dispondant as I surf the waves of my life.
Discordant in the choices I am forced to make.
All the while, you playing the third person observer
And pretending that you are privy to facts you are unaware of.
Just let me live my life.
Try to see me for who I am instead of who you want me to be.
Release the bird from its cage.
And let my soul rise free to be proud once more.
I am destroyed by your convictions
Disarmed by your lack of trust.
Your words hurt me to the very core.
Ripping my heart in two.
Yet, you see no wrong in what you do.
Looking out for me is your priority.
Remaining in your function as commandant
Stifling my dreams and hopes.
Your slings and arrows do nigh exist in this world.
Yet seem to excel in piercing me through.
What cruel joke fate has played
To give me a relationship this close to destroy me.
What more can I do for you?
Have I not walked the red hot coals of your path?
Slogging across the barren wastelands on my youth
My eyes filled by the lights of your illusions.
Reality hit like so many collisions to my face.
Demolishing my defensive walls in a matter of minutes.
Leaving me barren and naked against my foes.
While you were there to sympathize.
Yet, in my weakest moment,
You’ve again turned on me like beast to the master.
And like Bishop to Rook, used me in your game.
Slain by choice and not necessity.
So where do I stand now?
Broken, amongst the swirling tide of my new and uncertain future.
With scarce resources at my disposal
And growing ever distant from you.
Dispondant as I surf the waves of my life.
Discordant in the choices I am forced to make.
All the while, you playing the third person observer
And pretending that you are privy to facts you are unaware of.
Just let me live my life.
Try to see me for who I am instead of who you want me to be.
Release the bird from its cage.
And let my soul rise free to be proud once more.