The Rain
I'm no Tiger
But this seems par for the course
And I'm still lost in these Woods
I tried to burn it all down
Yet the trees still stand
And the clearing is nowhere to be found
thought it would change
I tried your brand
Blindly ingesting the dose
The cure was nowhere to be found
And I just became prostrated
A prostitute that became one of the hoes
overdosing on your hope
It was too much for my heart
Your hope was just a metaphor
For a mask
I was left in a threesome
That I wanted no part in
I no longer belonged
It was a menait à trois
A par a dox
Parts that didn't complement
So i'm left worse than before
They talk of many things
Rebirth of a soul
Resurrection of a life
Cleansing of a slate
I pay no mind to the medicinal illusions
I'm horrified at the allusions we ignore
Everything has more than one nature
Cathivictimto
Trying to fight it
To wish it away
To hope for something more
Me fighting back
Just made the drops hit harder
I feel that i'm losing myself
I'm told i'm wrong
That I'm discovering my DNA
Then why is my soul rejecting this transfusion
I'm just dying quicker
It's started as as a misstep
Now my heart is struggling with each rep
I carried this mask faithfully
And wore it openly for so long
It's no longer an accessory
Just a mood
The mood hurts
But it hurts more when it doesn't
Success feels wrong
When nothing has been right
* salve
I don’t know
Who
What
I am
The eyes
known
The cheekbones
Traced
The jawline
Square
The ensemble
Unfamiliar
The face
Long forgotten
Faded to dementia
Giving birth to a psychosis
Washed away in the years
By choices
Compromises
indecisiveness
And the saltiest of tears
Fighting myself for pleasure
That isn’t mine
It’s a loss
I’m a rebel
For your cause
Stealing for gold
That’s not mine
I’m a stranger in my own mind
Seeing words i’ve never written
Hearing thoughts I never held
I’m not sure i’m a familiar
Maybe it’s not even mine
Maybe I’m just a one man sit in
Tired of standing
So I decided to sit
In a strange place?
Who are they calling master?
You’re still short of a bachelor’s
What would your professors say?
Me?
I’m just a beach
With a few billion grains
Vomited from the waters
Held back for years
By many facades
And creative lies
Cemented in people pleasing
I finally heard the thunder
But it’s more than a storm
After losing myself
I’m not sure Im the one for this
Weather
It’s merely a tsunami
That erases drop
By drop
Who am I?
A slate
I think
Not even sure
This filter is disorienting
I’m a cynic
A skeptic of themselves
And everything
But not everything else
My faith is a myth
And my doubt a legend
I don’t even trust these words
I fear that these words
Do no justice for this portrait
It’s a poor trade
That leaves the reader in debt
My sincerest apologies
For wasting your time
And money
So I leave it ugly
And unfini
Photo Credit: @hanjeanart
