Residual Missed

Residual Missed

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Someday my will - I will be able to speak
sudden words that soothe your
mistaken glances and prove to you that
convincing truths rule my vacant mind.

These stunted, secondary chances plague
my circumstantial advice. Left to temporary devices,
I stumble along towards righting petty wrongs.
Unsung serial repetitions steal my weakened
breath as we scramble on to trivial proof.

Rewound deaths pound steady hymns and
simulated rhythms until this shuttered heart
dissolves into polluted pools. How long before
resolutions evolve from crippled disputes, ruled out
in metered time?

What crime exists in fighting stuttered stares that
flare when you see my hate?