Figments

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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