The Weak That We Will Be
It's always functional a scream that stops
Or word that strangles
The walk of those who want us to be failures,
Null of what we would be if it weren't for them
Proliferators of our nightmares.
Because who hasn't feared in dreams
The ascendancy of bad days
And the preponderance of opposites,
In a life that forces you to kneel,
Eyes on the ground and deserving little and nothing
Whence is everything owed to him correctly?
I only trust this mistrust that we have
From dark afternoons and barely audible sobs.
If the day sneaks in the black clouds
And our whole foolish life falls into tears
Seeing what could have been beautiful
If it were us that time...
If it ever happened to us again...
If life had the same taste and color
From old lands and fresh fruit
Of that world we buried
For turning corners and leaving too fast,
Giving up the cure for our ills
Forgetting what we would know
When pain taught to survive,
When we still didn't think of ourselves as cowards,
the weak,
the voids,
that we will be
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