Behold

From underneath the shadowy veil of self doubt
and loathsome feelings of loneliness
the child steps forth arms outstretched,
his sleeves soaked in crimson hue.

And a heartbeat is heard..

thump thump
thump thump


Oh to this struggle, this strife, this honor given from fathers long absent
I beg, please taketh away.

Far from such battered discarded truths sold and lived
too long... Must I witness this ruddy portrait my life hath painted?
Confined and construed silhouettes of meaningless mannerisms
painted upon decomposing canvases- ones far too tattered and greedy for true colors to stain in beauty no longer.

And yet the mockery sounds

thump thump
thump thump


Above tear-stained satchels his eyes trace his silent pleas, darting
to and fro, to all, away and near.

"A mere measure of temperance for a single grain of sympathy!
Nay, some inconsequentially measured lick of breeze to battle
hazes long stagnant, forever stifling my sighs...."


From calloused lips parting and brittle
he speaks dust and ash for words

nay all that is heard but

thump thump
thump thump


"Cursed be this soul of mine!! Writhing within thoughts
rampant of vile imagery and spite!"

He craves solace and peace for courses to imbibe
unable to sustain neither.. no... not anymore.

Again is heard ..

thump thump
thump thump

Pulsing and beating his heart so weary
if only they knew his pain and sin
from saviors and kings he begs again in vain
no longer wishing to be this waif's solemn being
no more or to hear

thump thump
thump thump

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