There we go,
Right back to the very start
The same cycle over and over again
My brain trying valiantly
to comprehend what my heart already knows
Until it finally resigns itself
to the inevitable truth
that there really is no going back
There really is no way out
No real way, no second option
Some choices we make
To stop ourselves
From continuing forward
In the same repetitive cycle.
Let me try again,
And try we might but to what avail?
What more do we expect?
What more can we expect no longer?
What more steps forward can we take
When we know fully well
the results are the same
the results do not change
The same people who interfere with us
Remain the same.
Whose relationship you cannot cut off
Whose relationship you know
they are tethered to you
Whose relationship you cannot
and will not expect to split
just so you can be of value
Just so they forced to respect you?!
Nay, you still cannot guarantee
The on and off chance of such possibilities.
That the on and off slaughter of words
on their part would find a way to filter in.
Because vicious tongues do wag
And wild rumours do spread
Sad truth most humans do not feel
That sense of fear and shyness
To spread false lies
To break another's ties
To break relationships
Because of personal insecurities
Inferiority complexes
Of status and reputation
Because deep down they know
The things they try to place
the blame on you
Are the things they really do.
The things they hide
are the things they pin onto you
To cover up the lies
Of the lives they lead
Of the things they try to prove
because they feel guilty
The need of attention they seek to fill
The constant nagging and hinting
for which they feel a thrill
Someday they will be the one's
on the receiving end
to receive the blows
they dealt out previously
No mercy will they experience
No freedom will they have
From wagging tongues
From rumours that are spread
like wildfire all around
What you give to others
is what you will receive in return
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Stripped Bare
PoésieIts exactly as you see my title just there A meger collection for now Of a verse or two that try to speak Of tales of a young heart, mind and soul Being stripped apart, stripped bare completely. Of once, twice, of times infinitely Define who I am? ...
