Enough Mind Games Played
I am the master of my fate - William Ernest Henley
Universe shelters deceit in crimson reflections of hope
Why and what now where to on the star studded path
I long for orange shade and purple caress
Self-soothing I take out crayons and paint like a child
Stick men craggy women and lost souls scribbled in pain
Wax melts the paper struggles to shine
Hurt pain abuse and allegations of crude abandonment
Projected chaos calligraphed in stencils and pencils
Broken charcoal putrid ink seeking comfort
You broke promises and abandoned earning my trust
Took toxic crunch to its limits lured venom into my care
Insomnia at rest you make your own bed
Toss and turn hopeful daggers into skillets of runaway prey
Actions have consequences just as causes harvest conclusions
But I am tired of picking up the pieces
As emotions feed reason and thoughts combine with emotion
The poet turns on his tap while you ooze your manipulation
Each to their own but I am the master of my fate
Time will tell whether there is a winner in your pack of lies
If dubiose credence can survive another foul roll of the die
But my own sanity rests on cutting some ties
03rd January 2020
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