Mass of Existence
My searching eyes become acquainted with the fires of pursuit
Until the heartbeat in my pupils beats slower and slower,
Gazing into the soul of my own reflection
I quiver with silly fear, wondering what he may think of me,
Yet well I know he has seen me one and seen me all,
Heaven knowing that I am not the only one disenchanted
I am embittered by what my reflection believes is soul
My figure amassed with tearful frumps of misshapen shame
How only my eyes glisten with the power to show my true sorrow,
How only my heart soppens with tremulous trepidation
Why is this soul I seek so sad?
Can I believe that this mass of existence is all my own?
In his years of receiving my love cries,
I remember now it is too late for us two…
He would never gaze the same upon a soul so full of shame
He would merely say goodbye, with fatigue…and relief
Goodbye you mass of existence
Goodbye, friendly mind, whom I see fears every inch of me
Goodbye, my friend, you have intrigued me not
You have impressed me little with who you really are
Goodbye, oh beautiful impulse…
You have ruined so many, save I
For in caution and disappointment, I hold my ground and lift my feet into the air
I have caught your feathers before…
And still, the hearts in my eyes forever beat to the pulse of your fickle wings
I catch your feathers even now
Long after the dust of your departure
Settled into the grounds I have acrimoniously kissed
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