Hold Me From a Distance
I revisit this realm where your actions cannot,
Will not,
Stifle my nascence
Never enough,
Never enough
Forward,
I tear away my onion skin
Embattled by a loathing humanity
I throw solaced emotions
Upon rusted turnstiles
Spinning round,
Right round,
Round,
Right round
But, you wouldn’t call me baby.
Good.
Because I was told
That it is better to be hated for who I am,
Then loved for who I am not
So, hate me.
HATE ME!
HATE ME!
Forever…
…always.
Lunge at me with your preconceived notions
Of why I mean(t) the world to you
Open your arms of Fort Knox and
Tell me why I WILL NOT ASCEND
Upon your generic wings
Made of Atheist smiles
Because,
If you don’t believe in anything,
Why
Oh why,
Would you believe in me?
©D.J.E. -11/19/2015
Copyright © Poet Tacito | Year Posted 2015
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