Written 1:34am 7/16/2020
Living in conscience isolation
My heart has grown cold
As a result, I'm getting older
Than I should feel.
Written 3:29am-3:54am 7/19/20
Separation to heal has always
Been the ultimate goal.
In seven card stud, I rarely fold.
Life's no different.
Indifferent as can be
Yet trying my hardest to remain strong.
But, how long must I be?
After all, I'm not manly.
No shiny armored knight or charming prince.
Since I learned this cold, hard truth,
I'm aloof to all methods of fake love.
Gyrating to shove out all the negative
Influence.
It's necessary.
What a heart feels can be so very deceiving,
Impeding on the progression of natural life.
It can be considered to be trife, in retrospect.
Must be nice to not have regrets.
But who doesn't?
An eternal soul covenant
That isn't supposed to be conflicting.
Neither should it be bomb-driven
For self-destruction.
It should be your destiny's construction.
Functioning at optimal levels,
The bevels of consciousness are finicky.
Definitively,
It's all up to us what
We choose to do.
There's nothing new under the blazing sun.
No one's the wiser to ruse
Unless it's allowed.
Manipulation and control are evil.
Mind games are treason.
Don't believe it.
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Survivor's Remorse
PoetrySurvivor's Remorse is a personal collection of poetry, songs, lyrics, prose, and more that ranges from the early 2000s through 2023 when I finally decided to start a new poetry book! Thank you immensely to anyone who has taken time to read this book...
