Crippled
Crippled
You think too much on something and the only thing you'll see forth, is all the negativity
You look at yourself too long and you begin to see all your flaws
Lol, forget the beauty within, she is a dying beast
Repressed by sedatives of incompleteness
By suppression of unworthiness
And in the midst of idiocy, one finds her broken heart
Left on the side road with no future, no bidding, merely mercy
She lets her infamous mind draw upon a cage for retreat
In the distance she hears the echoes of her past
Taunting her, making sure she feeds on the errors of her past
She is graced majestically with talent to let it die
She lets her pen do all the drawing, all the signing
Her wrist is inked up in all that her sane self cannot accept
For she lives in a age that suppresses her demons
Yet allows her actions just
In an era she wish not to be but cannot escape
For no matter the number of times she's worked breathing no more
She seems mortal to always survive
Time is like poison for it reminds her of her very failures
Her incapability to serve, to love or think right
A constant reminder that life as she knows it
Will never alter for her suiting
She is a villain in every story and will always be crippled
Copyright © Oletu Maano Shikomba | Year Posted 2020
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