A product of a hate filled conciliation
Of a mother and child
To one another forgotten
Evasive child never consoled

I can’t break the pattern
A wet hand holds the key
Left hand shaky from deception

Wrapped in a delusion of sight
A virulence demeanor
Grinds into the mold

Stricken by flagrant deceit within this dysphonic fueled convolution
Blinded to the truth hidden within
I am forever pacing backwards

Sullen child
Soiled soul
Driven by innocence
Diluted narcissist

An evasive child never consoled



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