Why Are You Worried
He looked down to me, and asked so coy,
“Now do you see, you silly boy?”
A failing effigy, a dark being in employ.
If there is a smile, the fate has been decided.
A face posed in guile, hoping I minded.
This is the last drop, the last ounce of force.
A wanting for it to stop, the ship left to its course.
No energy, no reasoning to be left alive.
I can’t seem to see, this is a solution to thrive.
A worried thought for me, hoping suicide won’t arrive?
Are you so worried, that you have no trust.
I thought you were freed, all contact mussed.
A life no longer bound, to the monster in me.
Can you even hear the sound, the voice I used to be?
Memories of me are fading, thoughts of yours misplaced.
I was left waiting, but I’m just laid to waste.
Copyright © Steve M. | Year Posted 2019
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