Something
whispers in my ear,
Obscene
thoughts of grandeur clear.
Fear
so deep its smell, sublimes.
Watching
as it all unwinds.
I loathe
your beauty, charm and grace,
Hoping
that they dissipate.
It
forms a thought, my disturbed mind.
All
that is, is was; in time
Far too long have I waited,
Grievous
change anticipated.
Gawking
listlessly as I,
Try
my best to realize.
Ominous
as it may seem,
It’s
too real to be a dream.
Now and then I’ve come to see,
All
that is, and was; will be.
.
So
serene, yet contoured,
Desperately
drawn when allured.
Obvious
to the naked eye,
“Now
its time to say goodbye!”
Flaunt
my last and hold my own,
For all
my sins, I must atone.
I
calculate and so I find,
All that is; was never mine.
by Mario Wade
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