i don't understand how my dying equates to your bleeding
did the symptoms of my fragmented soul transfer to your body?
why is it that you wail in agony and strangle me in the process?
enlighten me, please, on how you could be so solipsistic in spirit
that you've taken on my ailment?
"i'm disappointed in you,
that you did not tell me they stabbed you,
you should be ashamed!"
i should be ashamed of my impairment?
i should pity you when you are perfectly able?
i liken that to being enraged with someone trying to kill themselves!
they've suffered in silence and that infuriates you!
have you taken yourself into consideration,
that you are not worthy to be trusted
because you've made their suffering all about you?
always the victim, even when you aren't!
the only victim you are is a victim of pride!
you are the serpent that calls upon all serpents
you send them out to poison your prey
and when they do their job, you cry in agony
ha!
i should be ashamed that iʼve been wounded?
i ought to take a mirror and point it at you
maybe then you'd see how unsightly you are
and maybe then you'd be ashamed of your own self
always the victim, never the predator
always the abused, never the abuser
like the passing of the wind
all my sympathy has been driven away
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Deep Within My Soul
Poetry"Perhaps that's why I don't care greatly for revenge; a man's guilty conscious is a plate served by and to himself and no one can serve it better than him." A collection of introspective short stories and poetry.
