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Amiss
I opened up to you like
A barn door in the first
Of Spring
Exposed my fresh timber
To the cold gusts of your speech
You promised light
When all you ever brought
Was damp and heavy
You told me that I should
Believe in things unseen,
Like god and your truth.
I warped my brain to
Disarray to be approved
Did that make you feel powerful?
Or do you feel as rotten
As what you always produced?
I am still trying to freeze dry
The black mold you spread within me
While trying to convince myself
That some cold can be healthy
I’m trying not to be resentful
Of the ordinary things you abused
But I can’t help but to imagine your
God in heaven, if he did exist,
Couldn’t create someone so amiss.
A barn door in the first
Of Spring
Exposed my fresh timber
To the cold gusts of your speech
You promised light
When all you ever brought
Was damp and heavy
You told me that I should
Believe in things unseen,
Like god and your truth.
I warped my brain to
Disarray to be approved
Did that make you feel powerful?
Or do you feel as rotten
As what you always produced?
I am still trying to freeze dry
The black mold you spread within me
While trying to convince myself
That some cold can be healthy
I’m trying not to be resentful
Of the ordinary things you abused
But I can’t help but to imagine your
God in heaven, if he did exist,
Couldn’t create someone so amiss.
Published 2nd Apr 2024
Author's Note
NaPo entry #2
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2nd Apr 2024 5:43pm
2nd Apr 2024 6:40pm
6th May 2024 1:24am
Liked your approach, I think many of us have met people like this and for the sake of being nice we just listen trying to give them the benefit of the doubt.
Well done.
Well done.
6th May 2024 2:40pm
It is more difficult to let go when you are related to people such as this. Thank you for reading and the compliment xx
