Pushed away,
solitary,
segregated,
compromised;
another lie
that served you well.
Distracted,
demonized,
relegated.
I bet you thought
you were in Hell.
No choice,
but the voices
of the vagrant
passing through your head
in tune with them.
I often wondered
how your operated,
you were so compromised
back then.
Now,
this is how
your world ends;
you breaking through,
to make it out.
Standing under
your own sky
for the first time.
I watch you break
at the corners
of your mouth.
From chained,
restrained,
to undaunted.
Burning with the light
of a new sun.
Blinding by any
estimation.
You’re come so far,
you think you’ve won.
I guess time’s
gonna tell you
the whole story.
It’s not up to me
to dig the well.
You’re gonna find out
it’s all illusion.
You’re gonna think
that you’re in Hell.
I’m sorry
it ends up
like this.
No one
deserves
a life like this.
But everyone lives one,
just like you,
we’re so easily abused.
Embraced,
absorbed,
assimilated.
Once cooled,
you are suitable to devour.
I often wonder
if some people know,
the day,
the hour.
But, you look so surprised
to be
set up
and abandoned.
So quietly accepting
of your fate.
I have half a mind
to save you,
but you turn away
and it’s too late.
HG – 2021
