What play is this,
scripts unwritten yet poignant,
cutting to the bone
of what deep inside is sewn,
and amid all the pain and suffering of self,
what compromise can help,
when oppression is on life’s agenda,
and masochism our strange pleasure.
Overwhelmed in afferent sensibilities,
all wires loose and electric,
as each moment of experience surges through,
as mind and soul seek reasons to ensue,
while the script amends each time commends
our fallen ways, before the lashes sound,
the pain profound imbues
and confusion reigns.
I am enigma, fallen yet risen,
within the deluded woven world I inhabit,
where pain and gain are seated pairs,
and love and compassion projected heirs
of this my cavern deep despair,
a symptom of my humanity,
an imploring desperate entity
seeking a lasting peace.
The play is my words written on time,
one moment sublime, the next remiss,
and as I evolve, dragged to my end,
I scream my disdain for all I am in ineptitude,
but hold tight that chord
that holds me here, keeps alive
my dreams, within all this servitude,
this place my thoughts construct.
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