Friday, 11 December 2015

In here I am, awake tonight

I see you through the corner of my eye
I know you, I have seen you around
You flail about, in artificial glee
And I am too intense tonight to look up

In the corner, something burns bright
Ghosts spring forth from my fears
A bruised intellect
And a broken breath

Between insult and benefit lies dignity
As I push you back from my limits
And refuse your largesse in polite anger
I find myself in pain, anger and denial.

Tonight, there will be no answers
Only,  steeling the spirit with deprivation
I am going to leave you
I''ve had enough.

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