Feel like I'm caved in; pectus excavatum; not worn, definitely weathered
Am I a broken man, a wrecked machine; that does not deserve to be treasured?
My heart feels apprehension; sensing deplorem
My arms are raised to this; arresting decorum
There's beauty within recuse; there's, however, damage in my eyes
There's no map to save my path within; just dead ends, just life's, goodbyes
This heart is a labyrinth compressed by metaphorical force
What if I'm not like any other?
Just a drifting ship; sailing existence without a defined course
Ancient unseen tears; do so smother
Life will throw you out of your comfort zone
To appraise your worthiness
Bear it!
Confiscate your treasure to test your patience
Suffer it!
Send flowers your way you can't bask
To examine your ego
Ignore it!
Bury your voice and fill your eyes with sorrow
To remind you that freedom is power!
Fight for it!
You'll be left to wander with logic in disguise and ignorance being nice
Find your true self!
The passing hour shorter than the repetition of heartbeats that depart your pectus
Make use of it!
Your cup fill with emptiness
While smiles escape leaving your pain unhealed
Learn from it!
Never make excuses, you owe failure tale to no man
Remember it!
What is purpose?
When hoary whispers cascade,
turning sensuality to slush,
and within I freeze.
Each tender touch
cracks support;
cleaves the foundation,
so all I can do is shatter
into slivers of self,
then melt into absence.
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