Halcyon

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i am not supposed to accuse,

that would be unwise of me,

but how else does one place

his indictments of evil?

chaining me because i was useful,

like a criminal, mistaking my strength,

for unbridled, rampant consent?

my suffering became their symbol,

of what happens when you do wrong,

to the people of highest power,

but, wait, isn't chaos is what

i am separating from earth

by holding this burden?

what happens when i let go?

you wouldn't know, and frankly,

i wouldn't either, because,

i was never trained of fostering the

wrongest thoughts in my brain.

praising the burden,

never erases the crime.

carving statues of my endurance

does not equate to justice.

who gave them the power

to make my suffering their symbol?

the sky wasn't heavy,

my pain was.

but the fault is mine, too

i mistook survival for virtue.

i stayed so long

that obedience learned my name.

i became fluent in endurance

and forgot how to say no.

Strength rotted into habit.

well, this is where, things end,

because

if this is what they call order,

then chaos is mercy.

the sky never needed me.

they did.

let the heavens fall.

I am done.