You found me at the point
Where resignation had shaded,
Quite when I don't remember,
Into contempt
The spiteful joy of being that bit better
Standing just a little higher
& contempt was in your eyes too
The urge to rise above me
Cradle yourself in haloes
Yet you smoothed your face out
Your I could never go there's
& started asking questions
& truly wanting answers
I stood against
Denial was my brother
Knowing I simply had to
Still you persevered
A prison door ajar
A fulcrum steady levered
Help me guide my own hand
Oct 6, 2020
Oct 6, 2020 at 3:07 AM UTC
You found me at the point
Where resignation had shaded,
Quite when I don't remember,
Into contempt
The spiteful joy of being that bit better
Standing just a little higher
& contempt was in your eyes too
The urge to rise above me
Cradle yourself in haloes
Yet you smoothed your face out
Your I could never go there's
& started asking questions
& truly wanting answers
I stood against
Denial was my brother
Knowing I simply had to
Still you persevered
A prison door ajar
A fulcrum steady levered
Help me guide my own hand
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