Sunday, 26 June 2016

My own pit

I too would like it if I perceived it wrong.
This sort of appearance is unlike you.
My pride and humility,
Constantly at conflict.

What is this charade of civility we play at?
Only to be destroyed brutally by the truth.
You are not wrong,
But my pride will not allow it.

I am my own pit man,
And it's time I let myself out.
My bitterness will hold me in forever.

Be free, be free.
The past is gone, so stop holding on.
To the irrational, to the despicable,
Let go, let go.