burn away

[Kat]

Disappointed anger, what right to judge?
memories of the past bury the future under lies
hide, disguise, disgrace...

You criticize; weak, sneaky.
Skins too tough to break at words, Ive had fists beat on me before.
Lived to stand and fight another day. Barely breathing, barely hanging on.

Lie, to trust what you say.
Damaged, vicious cycle, bleeding core.
You have become what you despised before.

Yet you wonder at the indifference, growing forever cold.....one more bridge to burn.

 

[End Of All]

Ah, Shakespeare himself would fall in love with this, as do I.
If you write any more, pm them to me, I (being a poet and s studier of the celts) would love to read more of them.