It was great to see you tonight,
Even though things weren't right,
I tried to push away the fright,
Yet, I could not find the way.
There was an undisputed fall,
Where I fell and hit a brick wall,
And was stuck feeling so small,
But could not come out alive.
So, I smiled with a wide grin
And took the hit upon the chin,
As the darkened thoughts within
My mind began to spin and churn.
Yet, there was no hope for escape
In this prison, in this landscape,
That rips the entirety of life agape
And leaves me alone and bleeding.
You say, "From him you've learned",
And it's true, that can't be spurned,
But you do not know how burned
That I have been through the years.
So, I strive to keep it all straight,
But I've lost my sense of what's great
And am instead filled with such hate
That seeks retribution for the past.
My pride has got the best of me,
And, as such, I am lost in this sea
Of pity, of sorrow, of melancholy
Where trouble floods like torrents.
Still, there is not a chance in hell,
Where all the angels have since fell
Into a mortal coil, a soulless shell
That I can claim my hopeless pride.
The teacher has moved on from here,
And my pride lost among my peers,
So that even drunkards don't cheer
At the state I now find myself in.
I'm lost, desolate, can't you see,
That I am no longer who I should be,
And that no one can now reclaim me,
For I am gone from this cursed place.
Sure, I learned a lot from this man,
And learned what was not the plan,
But from his mistakes arises the fan
That extinguishes a stoked flame.
It was really me, myself and I,
That rose beyond the teacher's lie
That I was totally destined to die,
And found the truth lying there within.
So, tonight I shall write this in blood
And pour the truth out in a flood
So that the world sees through mud
To the truth of who I've always been.
No more lies, no more jealous hate,
No more false pretenses as a gate
That leads all others to recapitulate
The bullshit he has fed everyone.
The time, the new season, has come,
The parts are greater than the sum,
Parts the carpenter deemed as plum
And the temple is now set to be built.
So, laugh at me, and jest if you must,
But his joke has proved to be bust,
His lies have circulated like a gust
Of wind that dies but moments later.
© 2017 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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Comments1
Very very well written
Thank you so much! Much appreciated!
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