Insatiable

It’s obscene for some to see

how I bend over on my hands, knees

and crawl around like a fiend

to tear away all the negativity that’s been flourishing within this being.

It’s a sure sight to see how I shake the fright

of the lack of light burning in the scope of the window of my soul.

Or is it another gleem

thats trying to shine within me?

Because the beacon that’s flashing my weaknesses

fades and reinstates itself on the plains

like a lighthouse shining the way

to lost boats off the coast.

I boast to know what it means to be hurt,

but did i learn?

Are my victories part of the lesson i passed with ease?

Are the faults that constantly haunt the reason i don’t let myself fall?

I just wanna rise.

Is that such a crime?

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