Monday, June 14, 2010

Remorse

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FEELING ISO

I'm no Henry David,
Just a man.
Never meant to leave
This world
In search...
Of another.
Goals like constellations,
Never hung in a likeness.
Loftiness derived from arrogance,
This ego.
Shame swallows that guppy whole...
"Be a nice boy."
Closely related relative, I,
To this common denominator?
Obvious.
It's my life.  Relation is meaningless.
Comparison a plague
Avoid or play the past again,
Only to pay a price.
Affirming treacherous infidelity
Against feigned relative,
Once more.
Survivor of mortal wounds,
Annual miracles of resilience.
So cut up and cut out.
Work...
No one needs my address,
You'll know where to find me.
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