it's time
it's time to unwind the shriveled up rindscovering up the essence of you and i
pulling back layers, the core of "us" decaying
we are two reeds swaying weak in the wind
let the games begin, olymipic-esque shouting match
bitter metaphor and hurt's synonyms we attach, meant to thrust
each vernacular blow attacking attachment, if we must
let us break our backs sprinting to an easy solution
one fireproof tactic to break down dissolution
clearing atmosphere in this room's air pollution
yet if truth prevailed and honesty persistent
the works of our hands and the words of our mouths
are so painfully inconsistent, bearing arms of pride
raising up resistence, prone to delusion
given over to emotional prostitution
brokenness and mistrust leading these kingdoms to war
and if we're being really honest, the only way to
settle the score is for one ruler to concede
sending armies into retreat, letting wounds
bleed over and heal, giving up rights,
sending word through ranks for official repeal
i am tired...
every resource of mine dried up, dehydrated into oblivion
more aware of my darkness within, patience growing paper thin
confusion swirling overhead, still unaware of my actual sin
i may show little remorse, my words may be coarse,
my voice may be hoarse, yet i am ready for change
my right to you i estrange, it's bad enough
that our love has more recorded wrongs that rights
our only hope is to step into the Light
(i miss the reflection of your bright eyes)
define the lines between you and i
it's time.
Labels: brokenness, humility, poetry
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