will
cut the ties that bind me to the past:
the
wild, chimeric demons I pursued,
perpetuating
rôles in which I cast
myself.
I fear that dreamless, dead impasse:
it
forces me to contemplate a fate
reflected
like a mirage in a glass.
It
forces me to calculate the weight
you
took from me – the burden of self-hate
you
folded into two, and hid away.
You
dreamed the dreams that faith and hope create,
you
dreamed those three short words I cannot say.
And
though your dreams still wrap me in their spell,
to
speak the naked truth is hard as hell.
RJT
RJT
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