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Pedestal
3/2/35 03:19
I glorify men
Placing them high on a pedestal
Where my father fell short
The bar is in hell
And the bare minimum are the crumbs I live off
Satiated from nothing and empty promises
An illusion of fullness
As I see myself in half
As I saw myself in half
As I stand here with a void desperate to be filled
Take me served up on a silver platter
Ill intentions disguised as good deeds
And deflection paired with belittlement right on time
The light within me dims when I’m faced with their conditioning
And the fire is lit
Am I being gaslit?
I hook my claws onto potential
As my reflection bounces back at me
Disguised as I swim in the delusion of what they’re telling me
Words so loud and action rarely found
I abandon myself at the sight of basic decency
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Tailte Donaghy
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