Siren Song

Spare me your disingenuous rhetoric spewing in all directions

Too long have I clung to every word, every lie

or have they clung to me, sniveling parasites slowly injecting their poison to wear down my defenses

Too long have I suffered, feverishly excusing behaviors and apologizing for false accusations

The meek shall inherit what’s left,

and nothing remains but the meekest of those that stand before you

 

There once was a king that claimed the world,

but everything changed when he was beckoned by a siren’s song

Battered against the rocks, all that remains is a cripple dependent upon its terrifying lullaby.

Before I sleep forever, may I muster what’s left of my strength to view your monstrous countenance for what it really is

May I banish you from all thought to rise above the world once again.

 

Author’s Words for Thought

“If you swim effortlessly in the deep oceans, ride the waves to and from the shore, if you can breathe under water and dine on the deep treasures of the seas; mark my words, those who dwell on the rocks carrying nets will try to reel you into their catch. The last thing they want is for you to thrive in your habitat because they stand in their atmosphere where they beg and gasp for some air.” –Joybell C. 

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