by Jeffrey Parren
I'm sure these words
have caressed my lips
with glass shards of clarity
but here I am yet again
speaking in regretful tongues
to ironically disguise my pain.
I'm not quite sure
how I know it's all been a case
of bad timing,
given that little of it
has been good at all.
From power struggles
to inconspicuous battles
I didn't even realize I was fighting,
the victors have always been
the guy after me.
Some nitwit that thinks he's
fallen into life's pot of gold
like no effort has been exerted
before he arrived on the scene.
You're welcome, assholes.
I whisper these words as I type them
as to not conjure up any more
the puppeteer hasn't yet thought.
I can't imagine there could be more of this...
My imagination's gone cold
like my body resting among sheets alone.
I have moments of clarity
that fade like the love they all
once shared with me,
only for it to wither away
with time and harsh memories
nailed to the walls of my soul.
Timing, the greatest mystery of them all.
Posted on 12/22/2015
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