Overgrown
You say your room is a confinement
where you’re forced to have tea parties with your greatest enemy; your thoughts
But looking through your window from the overgrown path,
You room looks like a palace to me
And as far as I can see, there’s no crusade out to take your land back
The only force driving the dichotomy of nirvana vs. under siege, is you
So do yourself a favor and lay your swords to rest until the final cue
Fall back into bed and thank your posters hanging over head
That your innocence has worked for and not against you
Conferring with coffins to abstain at any cost
Only for me to realize
That I didn't find you
‘cause you were never lost
Countering-protesting the coroner
Tracking my lucky stars like an astronomer
Only for me to suffer through stuttering speech
Of how I never really found you
cause you were never really lost
Look into the center of my black circles growing wider
And see the portal to hell I’ve absorbed inside
I’ve never had so much hate in my heart
I’m grappling with the absence of you more than ever
But I never really found you
cause you were never really lost
Copyright © Matthew Bailey | Year Posted 2024
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