Revolving Doors

Beneath those feet of stone
I struggle to carry this baggage
An unwanted attainment of infant cries and spousal insecurities
Bound at the hands and tricked into welcoming your captivity
Surrounded by deceitful echoes of endearment and love
Heart growing heavy by your reconciliations of lust
This unbearable loneliness thickens
As my hopes for our unity diminish in your love for another
My desperate attempts are more like hopeless cries
The love I have to give will never holdup in the trenches of her misleading concepts
Holding the power of the womb over your head
Holding you deeper in the floods of her regrets
But still it is I who sinks and swallows buried beneath your feet of soot and coal
Struggling not to lose the battle an abundance of cloth and tassel
Although it’s the bounty held inside that pirouettes their swords
An unwanted attainment of infant cries and spousal insecurities
Bound at the hands and tricked into welcoming her captivity
Such defeat filtered with lies
I become your bottom shelf keepsake
The side project of your sickest vice
Yet it’s proposed that you’re the victim
The innocent one who does no wrong
Many have stormed this path you follow
And just like the ones after and those you follow
Your time will come…your time will come

06162006

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