Maybe it’s me
Always overly acquainted with the all knowing eyesAnd the rubbernecking of studying staresThe steady flow of innuendoPerplexingThe arrows of displeasure aimed in my directionAll for having lowered my anchorRejoicing in where I’ve landedMaybe not the preferred destinationBut content with the richly cultivated grains of my beingFertilized in fortitude from the favor I’ve been grantedAnd the divine soils in which my feet have firmly been plantedMaybe it’s meBecause my world is now sereneNo longer entertaining the misunderstanding of meAnd those who are still burdenedWhen I feel no obligation to explain the essence of my theme Or the reasons for my chosen path Those of which have caused my soul to scream Far too often in the pastMaybe it’s meBecause these beads of perspiration are not from disregardBut they are the manifestationOf the tenacity in my concentrationWhen focused on meBecause I choose to stay missingThough easily seenMy words remain reservedBecause gossip breeds the judgment of othersAnd that is not my bridge to crossNor will it be my cross to bearBecause I choose conversation that promotes elevationAnd for that reason my words I do not spareBecause what you can’t own gives you unrestAnd I wouldn’t dare to leave you grievingSo excuse me for inhaling the same air that you’ve been breathingAnd it’s okayDon’t bother getting upBecause I was just leavingCopyright © 2014 by Daryl R. Gaines. All rights reserved
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chispoken says: I like the flow of this piece. I vibe with the flow of words and the order your arranged them in. |
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The Immortal Wize says: Deeply mastered flow...Dapz |
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