poetry

Without Redemption

Sharpest Perception a Road Less Traveled

I became used to waking you from nightmares, plaguing you in your sleep.

Looking into your eyes, searching your soul,

for answers, to one’s that betrayed you so deep.

As the hour glass continued to flow.

I noticed your demons’ became highly equipped and well prone

watching in sheer satisfaction, as you harbored them, for you were their home.

After a long hard look, into your darkened abyss.

I shook from fear, at the nature of you, that I witnessed.

It spoke not of, testimonies, or triumphant solutions,

but of arrogance, opposition, anger, repeated lessons, and confusion.

Possessiveness, power stricken, antagonizing and lack of respect.

Chauvinistic ways, without an ounce of regret.

The drive of your influence, was all that’s no good.

Plagued by countless excuses,

of being a product of the hood.

Remember moments, you’d ask me to make many promises.

Knowing my loyalty is my curse, as well…

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