An Immoral Man
I just can’t distinguish between
the nerves of steel you clasp onto,
or the weakness in momentary
corrosion I hold dearly.
I perceive you as this man.
A man of free will-
You take me higher than the planes,
yet you stand lower than the reveries.
I’ve seen you in those moods, you know.
Those trickled down insane fits you
think are customary.
I observe your light,
as I stand in the ebony of the night-
I discern your ample moments,
as I get lost in atonement.
A glimpse of remorse inside those eyes-
identifying maybe…just maybe,
with my pain.
The pain you caused out of anger.
I made a discovery though-
I figured out that when you seek
alleviation from your anguish,
you somehow are able to let-go
of all you hold dear.
This makes me tremble.
This makes me fear you.
Your frozen soul has given nothing
but icicles that drown me from the
top of the snow-capped pines,
m e l t i n g
down towards my oblivion.
The chill you give,
makes me not want to live-
The embrace I dream,
is never as it seems.
I try to ignore your worthlessness
and I descry your fury for indignation.
For you are nothing but an
immoral man-
A man content with hiding onto
the obscurity of condemnation.
May 28, 2017
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2017
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