Bother

The interrogation threatens to shudder like an earthquake A long index of accusations spread out among the atmosphere like a blazing forest fire Satisfaction, the officer and venomous umbrage, the criminal Self-appreciation, the quiescent defense attorney with no right to be there Misery, the boisterous dauntless prosecutor The months of the annual calendar, the jury Pain, the almighty judge It’s a court case already divested from the defendant Why should it not Bother, why bother Its past the millionth time in 216 divided by the jury Satisfaction has seen countless rewards of capturing umbrage Satisfaction has felt the boundless benevolence of glory And foaming at the mouth, glowering with muffled respected fury Sits umbrage, staring out blurred vision Victimized in his own apperception What’s the cost, the damage total; what has befell, befell reality The anathema of fate or rather the favored affliction of fortune’s fool Within a realm of possibility it may perceive to be both A pebble laced with a thread thrown into grass only miles away To be reeled right back in like a helpless fish on a line The audacity, the audacity; oh just hush Silence is golden and this silence is benevolent Joy was once prevalent in the company of such disgrace umbrage reigned Together they were serenity, a mixed graceful period of harmony Such a song sung by dual owls in the presence of the lightened darkness of night (sigh) …I can’t do this anymore Make a world, create a story peacefully Creating a plot circulating, tip-toeing around the issues placing bait in front of my eyes for me to take What is wrong with me, my life One word, a sharp enough blade to stab in the ankle to slaughter Achilles In this case, me The poet’s banishment, scourge creating a series of nine lashes Still runs deep, refuses cessation Proceeds to feed on every ounce of merriment to permeate through the cracks Melancholy has produced to invade back in What’s the cause this time for it to attack A few simple words, reflection, swift defiance the bruises upon the right appendage whispering, begging for more scars FOR WHAT? ! ? ! ? ! ? ! Forget it….it’s nothing Satisfaction has pardoned me, set me free Umbrage, my twin has taken over me To another bridge, we sit and sulk over a failed attempt at flight Cause we willingly defy the right to say goodnight