Subjects

Vacuous expulsion of my own dignity.
Running in circles with no chance at escape.
What is this place I made?
How do I break this walled in garden of depraved?

Humility stripped from bones breaking.
Shot in the arm illustrates mistakes I’m making.
Paradise is but a lie.
Too many times I have built nothing strong.
Subsiding beneath my own delicacy.
Burned by these fading segments.
What is life but a fractured memory?

Guilt-ridden strands send my dark.
Clarity is seen in seconds too fraught.
Polarised by my own actions.
Fear soon this mind will be little more than factions.

Ascension has been earmarked for others.
Once upon a time I had chances at brothers.
Squandered and cast to snow.
My days are hubris and I can’t let go.
Suspended in ashes of I don’t know.
Reduced to strands I can’t quite reach.
Sanity is not what I can or should preach.