I smelted myself a thousand ways
trying, vying
to become you,
But the mold didn’t fit
It was more than just a bit….
excruciating,
So I return to my loving view
For I can’t become callous
Or cruel,
My nature is neither
It’s not cold, either
I tried my best to understand how
you exist, like this,
But
I
can’t
Nor can I stop loving anyone
Even you
Even after all you do
Even after you left me to burn
in fires hotter than the sun
Ones you turned on,
Does that make me broken
or god?
Or just a human fraud
Perhaps I’m not real
Maybe that’s the deal
Hardwired to love
To forgive
To live
Irrespective of how tired
of living amongst liars
of life crawling on my knees
over evil trip wires
Laid by those who demand
Sires,
I
am
You choose gutters
When everything
Worth anything
is higher
Existing only to collapse my pyre
from your jealous empire
When I would so gladly share
All that I was to gain
For I am working in our name,
But you don’t see
You don’t hear
You can’t feel
You can’t care
You just sit and stare
Into thin air
Waiting to steal energy
from those with light
Who might dare to show up
The truth of your story plight


Comments (5)
The poem fits the image so well. That low-level blood sucking demon doesn’t need anyone’s love. He think he is god and everyone must worship him.
Hard gitting and deep
So sorry you're not able to Quick Edit anymore 🥺 Your poem was so heartwrenching. I loved it!
No idea where the word ‘story’ came from on that last line either?!?!?!
The spaces and formatting has sadly changed (as it always does.. will this ever be fixed?) but I don’t have the option to edit it after posting anymore 💁🏻♀️🤦🏻♀️