Persona Of Dissonance

Philip Daniel Cook

Sold me down the river of life
just to save your soul 
but the fruit corrupted.
You all along; so I took
that as a sign of things that won't come.

And it remove me from existing.
Despite it all; I became
a persona of dissonance.
You'd spit venom at me
if I could show.
Your nature as a snake
in the grass.
At long last
come to pass.
I would; latch. 

It was enough for Atlas to carry the world
for me it was merely friends and family.
Was heavy enough of a burden
for the doomsayer I forced to be!

You wear it well,
think of how we flail, 
but I want to find 
someway to endure. 
Your restructure of me
You freed the beast;
but I never gave you the keys?

The worst case scenario; has come to pass.

Where you abandon the world you are on.  

How can I be my best, just to join the rest.

  • Author: ReflectionShadow (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 18th, 2023 10:17
  • Comment from author about the poem: Tried my best. Found the worst.
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