Sarcasm Bakes For The Meeks' Sakes07:17 Apr 28 2017
Times Read: 246
Lain in lonesome, the window breaks, the earth... it shakes,
"Drip drip,"says my soul to the heart who's been broken.
The fissue grows, the draft flows, and then my body quakes.
Harmed feelings are quite cold, I shiver, my cheek becomes a river,
Serpentine tongues play a cappella for deaf passersby.
But speech flies, stray arrows seek, too far from their quiver.
A minority of haters, a mass of flakes. Empty promises and fakes,
Victims are found, willing or no. I have been struck... torn and tattered.
Friends are lost. Enemies made. I'll find my strength, whatever it takes.
We disagreed, you made me cry, but I still see your life... a lie,
I am battered but not beaten, my heart-born crevace will mend.
There is light in the tunnel. This soul beams through my window, eye.
I've stood my ground and wept my lakes, badged by the scars it makes,
Honored, not solemn, lessons are awards, breathes gifts and time favored.
Step by step from my pile of ash, my inland phoenix sparks and wakes.
Clouded vision is not impeding, tears rinse, realization proceeding,
It becomes clear, my power, their weakness, my sword to their fault.
I stand and face, my flaw and foe. I embrace both. Sorrow receding.
Try basking in light with a spirit that aches, healing comes as down breaks,
Darkness is beauty, but light is love, both now share my trembling hold.
Pour sugar into salt. Kill with kindness. Then feed them facetious cakes.
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