Well this one came out of the blue tonight when I was thinking back on a friend's trials lately. I will not tell this person's story as it's not mine to tell. However, it once again reminded me how so many people in the virtual world act without conscience. How those who are gentle, loving, and kind get crushed beneath the shoes of those who twist, turn, and confuse others and bend them to serve their purpose, discarding them as trash when they are finished with their game.
This piece symbolizes the moment in which that break occurs. It's painful, devastating, and, to some, debilitating for ages.
Twisted fury
Demolished glass
Scattered stationary
I cannot maintain a blind eye
I cannot continue to extend my grasp
into the alien depths of a darkness,
not knowing what creature might take hold
This emotional rainstorm must cease
Jumbled musings
Mutilated images
Tear stained messages
I am unable to endure
I cannot continue these futile attempts
to metamorphose my very being
into a servant bowing to your will
The personal onslaught must cease
And into the black hole I withdraw
Pressing my lips to the umbra, I inhale
Mine
Twisting my form into the corner
The glimmer begins to fade
Mine
Beneath your distorted thoughts and deceiving eyes
My distorted figure falls to the ground
©2011 Kis (aka. Crys, D)
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