The Written Subpoena of Clavis

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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