You came tumbling,
A whirlwind of unsynchronization,
incompatibly pummeling
into what we believed was intensification.
We were not meant,
And our fear of crumbling,
our own fear of descent
would be our own down-coming.
Yet you were not afraid
of what could sprout,
Only dreading,
What I cared about.
Our truths were told lies,
And you would not comply
Until you would fly.
Why did you feed me with false assumptions?
To tell me how to deconstruct?
Why did you fill me with insecurities?
So you could feel self assurities?
Why did you come tumbling?
My defenses crumbling?
My resolutions pummeling?
For you were only a figure
Of imagination,
Only a figure
Of my creation.
Why did I believe you
When all you said
Was I your emotional cue?
Why did I trust you
When all you were
Was a preview?
Why didn't I see
You were incompatible
With me?
Why?
Because you came tumbling
Into the sea of what I called my life.
YOU ARE READING
To The World
Poetry"the inferno of words would be my demise if i did not express them." #501 in poetry #640 in poetry #689 in poetry #692 in poetry
