Devotion To Emotion
I have a devotion
To damned emotion
It's like locomotion for a masochist
Who is ironically a pacifist
I'm not always passive
But my weight makes me massive
I cut dreams from the sky
Bled from stars asking why
But really I want to see
A shimmering sea
Of joyous feelings
Instead of dealing
With that which makes me sad
And so many things make me mad
Look me in the eyes
Decipher the truth from lies
Cut the illusion of me into pieces
The misery never ceases
I hold my fears inside
Terrified to ever confide
My mind is an intricate design
And yet I have to resign
From the mental gymnastics
And people so plastic
It makes me genuinely sick
I don't try to be a prick
But it's what I'm good at
And you'd agree in a spat
But look
Like Nixon I'm not a crook
I dream of tomorrows
Without suffering sorrow
I dream of blue skies
And blueberry pies
Every day I suffer this pain
Wondering if it's all in vain
The needle tears into my vein
Blood drenching my arm, a stain
My agony I want to eviscerate
If you could commiserate
Spreading flowers on my grave
Honoring a cowardly knave
With nothing left to give
And no real life to live
Just this sad devotion
To damned emotion
Copyright © Christopher Goss | Year Posted 2023
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