I am
My own judge
My own executioner
My own retribution
My own rebellion
There’s a mirror on the wall
A man I don’t recognize
It’s a bloodless revolution
The imposter
The syndrome
Thee
Are you asking for forgiveness?
Or for reassurance?
It’s a time bomb, Reality becomes distorted in times of crises,
“we again ask ourselves who to….”
My homophone has become
A polyphone
Thou
Dear old I never wished to see you again
A version of myself I hate
Beyond contention
I knew I didn’t have time
Felt like everything was about to collapse
The past and present were never meant to collide
I had to look deep to justify betraying myself
And all those who cared
All I found were rotten corpses of unfulfilled promises
Justifying my anger with desertion
Where were ‘dey? When ‘dis was so?
Self
I hope one day I’ll take my last breaths without regrets
Lord knows these nights are eating me alive
I know the gum tree
That stood by the shop
No matter how many times it was cut
By summer December it had leaves
And it was embraced by the love of the few
Only then it could feel
How real the affection was
Thy
Mirrors lie
People too
To others
To themselves too
I break this silence
How legitimate is my contention?
I break this silence
How dare I question my heart?
I break this silence
Ye
I now condemn you to solemnity
And sleepless nights
I now condemn you to troubled thoughts
And a broken spirit
Though I know you will all rise
You are still yet to be forged by the fire
Herein
Before I pass my verdict allow me
To tread on borrowed time To live lightly
Perhaps then my mercy
May be reassured
I am my own judge and executioner
My own rebellion and retribution
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