I stare across a vast expanse
Contemplating if the fall
Would be much greater than the current
Which, of yet, has no equal.
I think not, for this is soothing.
This one would be beautiful;
Flowers, lush greens, shining lights
That, in twilight, softly twinkle.
If it were to blur together
Something brilliant’d take form;
Leaves and petals in this end,
Pale visage, would adorn.
Truly, this is nothing kin to
Writhing, plummeting to hell --
Punishments for perpetrators
Whom, to lust, their bodies sell.
I am not a decent person,
So I don't take solemn flight.
Though mine be a wingless back
Such deceit forfeits the right.
I have earned no crown of thorns
All I deserve is her spite;
That which karma duly deals thee
When sick fancies breed delight.
Per-haps you think this self pity;
I pity not the selfish kind.
I'll think nothing of forgiveness
If none, in my own heart, I find.
How could I ask so much of thee?
What sense of hypocrisy
Would I need to beg forgiveness?
I've not the audacity.
So now I'm staring at the sky,
Pinkish-orange, and dull in hue
Layered 'pon the frames of buildings
Bricked and mortared, standing true.
Erect, proud, and nothing like me,
Despite the lack of emotion
Which their countenance maintains
Amongst a droll and daily din.
All the drama is but draining;
I’ve no miseries nor fears.
My eyes are wet because it's raining
Not from thick rivulets of tears.
Any misting that you view
Is but reflection of the skies,
Not the byproduct of deep rue
Lighting down upon these eyes.
Looking round from up above,
All this, I do contemplate;
Not the dying of a friendship,
Not her demons, rage, nor hate...
Now, again, I hear a tolling
To remind me time exists.
Far too late, for I've decided
All of this is meaningless
As I lean against a pane
Writing verses just to feel
Something, anything again
Beyond the bell's vibrating peal.
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