contemplativeTopics Turn
When the topics turn around my head
each one more toxic that the last
I wonder what I can bear to write
anger is borne from past events
though none are bad enough by themselves
worthy of my rage I hold to heart
hypocrites speak with the loudest voice
given a stage to present their case
too holy for the unwashed to disagree
we are all human with faults
yet some act if they are saints incarnate
while their robes are worn as black
I'd like to be the very worse
so others may run away from taint
leaving me alone to fade
when the lucky are the ones that go
beyond the veil of hurt and pain
I'm left to wish I were the same
the world doesn't know what it wants
to be the church in all things
or a battlefield where all will submit
the bottle calls with comfort promised
pills could do the same job
escape into a prison worse than this
I wish I could tell those who care
that I would rather not be here
damned, best gone and forgotten
these complaints I've spewed forth
bitter fruit of a life regretted
desiring change where none shall come.
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