Fragile Sense of Dignity
Not everyone cares
How you want them
To care,
And that's why
You squeeze them,
'til their nails, and
Their hair
Come out how
You like...
...It's like riding a bike,
But I don't attest to these
Hard-hearted ways.
You have a fragile sense of
Dignity,
And that is why you
Will hit dirt...
Your self esteem
Exhibits where
Your heart was badly
Hurt,
But now your out for
Retribution.
Swimming through
The city streets...
Digging up the dead-end
Burrows,
And the Friday night
Retreats...
Just what are you
Exploring?...
...What is kindled
In your queries?...
When you torment,
And entrap
Your prey,
Is there much more
To the story?...
You've been twisted
By the anguish
That your ego
Has endured...
...With a fragile sense
Of dignity,
The correct ways
Are ignored,
And you dive
Into the underground
Where the dark
Is not mistook.
In the darkness you
Removed my heart...
...Like a fish
Without it's hook...
I glanced you,
From atop my book,
At your hustle
Of an older man,
Who had just turned
53...
...Saw the light around
You sully,
And assign itself
To me,
As I was exonerated
By your fate...
Feeling quite at home,
Let off.
You can play the
Wicked brother,
Just as long as
I can scoff.
There's an illness in
My judgement
That I haven't
Entertained,
But I like the roles
That we've
Gone in for...
...Though there is
A guilty stain
That is growing
In the garden
Of my cerebral
Thought.
You have a fragile sense of
Dignity,
And that is why it's
All for naught...
...When I watch you
Tumble like a house of
Cards,
And scatter on the floor.
The trouble in my mind
Is thick...
...It's tearing down my
Door.
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2017
Bunny Villaire