Figments of dew drops distill on my skin. As I open my ever wandering eyes I rise.
I kiss the sky
And wonder why
Why I’m streaked
Why I’m spotted
Why I’m speckled
Can I ever be redeemed? Is there enough in me to salvage?
What do you see? Do you see me?
Figments of good written across my body. Feeling kinda shotty.
Feeling kinda grave. Over the way I behave.
On my back looking up
I kiss the sky
And wonder why
Why everytime
Why does it come out in rhyme
Why can I not climb
Figments of wholesome tear my skin. At this point it always gets in.
Kneecapped I gaze upward and kiss the sky
I wanted to fly
Never needed a why
Until now
Cause the picture is now cloudy
And I’m always feeling rowdy
And I know why
Figments.
It was all a dream. Till I heard you scream. The torment from never being clean.
What will you do? Look inside. Pridefully chide?
Soul finger wagging
Conscience always nagging
On the outside I’m always bragging
About these figments. Dreams of goodness. Of a better world. A time that’s never been. And can’t exist because of sin.
Whose sin?
That’s no longer clear
Because they always cheer
And it’s so loud.
Now a shroud.
Drown it out.
Enjoy the clout.
Spit some dirt and watch it fly.
The earth my lullaby.
Figments. It’s where I live. My way out was to give. But, it’s all gone.
All of it
Except this pawn….
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