World of Poems

U.

"a fragment smile

i've not seen in a while

i could tell where this was going, from a mile.

this list now a towering pile

things have become too hostile.

who am i to dial?

where can i reorganise my file?

my bitterness is too fertile.

you linger, not in style:

i despise how all i feel is bile.

i need to let go every trace of you, 'Kyle'

because all you've ever done is act like a child

and slurped everything i built up, now i'm too like.

your head high in guile,

thinking you could have me back again? so wild.

i'm freeing these chains that you compiled

and i shifted into something so defiled.

but please, try not to stay riled

stay in your eternal, unearthly aisles,

whilst i'm busy recreating my severed isle.

date: 20th august, 2021
time: 00:17 p.m.