I didn't expect it to turn sour like it did
Albeit the leech will siphon
Suddenly the tables had turned
I was in the middle of the argument
With a pink nose, with my chromosomes
In the middle of the sharp sounds
Mouths were speaking Vulgar Latin
The key was in the ignition
I followed my natural instinct
Went barking up the wrong tree
Swan dived into the Mexican standoff
Into the vitriol, cobalt and nickel
I had been frogmarched there
Had no other choice
I was like the medulla
Like the Leaning Tower of Pisa
The knife had been stuck in
It was a harpoon in the whale
I witnessed the ultimate betrayal
The imbroglio turned into a palaver
I burst into flames like tinder
The insults moved
Like they were well-designed rhymes
Like the mother virus, like the voodoo spells
With the intention of causing pain
They clung like dew
Clouds in the cerulean pool
The insults worked, done their job
Soon after I was perplexed
Didn't know what was going to happen next
I held my breath, I am chiseled out of pure earth
Not geared up to die, die, die
Watching the stars hang from the sky
The winds whip around
On dark and cold, rainy nights
I think about the things I've said and done
All the things I can't take back
I have found unity at last
I have made it through the storm
Without a bruise or a scratch
I have found unity at last
Unity at last.
- Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: April 19th, 2020 15:16
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Darkly interesting...I enjoyed this!
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