It isn’t

I asked you to simply stand and look

see exactly what I see

so you can understand

a dead hope

I’ve dug it up

trying to resurrect, but I know

how utterly dead it truly is

shriveled and lifeless

limp and defeated

But I gave it a go

tried to stroke it

put my lips together

and blew it

and my jaws are aching

and yet you walk around half cocked

as though its all my fault

I’m just asking you to turn the other cheek

feel what its like from down here

trade spaces and let me be on top

But it is what it isn’t

and so I begin again and simply

eat what you feed me

and obey your commands

but its broken now

and the texture’s not right

and somehow I don’t gag and cry

when I’m choking on your lie

 

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Author: doing2016

I started writing when I was very young. Then I was mortified on a bus full of people when one of my stories was read aloud. I lost my focus and quit. Now, I'm trying to find my voice and my ambition. I love to write, good or bad. So, I'm doing it here and now. Thank you.

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