How can someone,
As old, as wise, as a tree
As near as my breath
As for me, as I am for me
Hate me, disgust me ?
For my germinating mind
Was a failure
For my insecurity baited
That silly child
Suddenly, so sudden
It guided my mouth
To blurt out
A blurred nonsense
No sense in time, for a person
But how can that arrow
Be so swift and sharp
So precisely on target ?
How hate just clouds years of love ?
Like there was never any sun
Every moment defying nature
Announcing pain
Days, years, gone by
Pk
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 12:40 PM UTC
How can someone,
As old, as wise, as a tree
As near as my breath
As for me, as I am for me
Hate me, disgust me ?
For my germinating mind
Was a failure
For my insecurity baited
That silly child
Suddenly, so sudden
It guided my mouth
To blurt out
A blurred nonsense
No sense in time, for a person
But how can that arrow
Be so swift and sharp
So precisely on target ?
How hate just clouds years of love ?
Like there was never any sun
Every moment defying nature
Announcing pain
Days, years, gone by
Pk
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