The End

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The End

You thrash out at me as if I asked for this
You offered me a mile when all I desired was an inch
And I consent to my mistakes but this one’s on you
Boy, you released me without hesitation
This void you left behind has rendered me endless
And I never meant for this consequence
But who I am is what you get
Guess I felt I was under attack
You wanted more but assumed I would tolerate less
Refusing to even give me the chance
You might have captured me at my best
Placing camouflage over time within a bottle you kept confined
And you don’t have anymore words to swallow
The beliefs I protest were the pieces you couldn’t accept
Disappointed that you couldn’t bring down my guard
You never realized my need for this protection
And I couldn’t allow you to confine me this way
These days I’m aware of your philosophy
It became your way or the highway
But I won’t give in this time

Now you stand with me, now you don’t
This is all becoming a bit too much
At the start I was vital but instantly became nothing at all
Maybe desperation was all I was for you
Go on and create a reason for what you turned into
After you altered the man I thought you were
Like an appealing Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde
I suppose in every man there are always two sides
Could this be another quality or a brutal curse?
In the end I can’t identify which trait to expect first
One day craving to be near and today there’s no turning back
Dispose of me to reflect where we placed a defect
Baby not this time
‘Cause I may fall but this heart will raise me right back up
In your next moment of need I wish you the best of luck
We walk one direction in an endless search
Sometimes what we come across leads us to hurt
Face the pain and start again
For every fall we take reminds us there’s a purpose
And you’ve never felt how my light carries its own brilliance
Day after day we desire life to release us strength in our voice
And how you embrace its mystery is all your choice

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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

Zanna1981’s Poems (9)

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Nothing More 1
The Rhythem of You 1
Back to my Hands 2
Where are you now 1
Angel's Light 0
In Front of You 1
A Piece of Me 0
The End 0
Your Way 0