Words are unnecessary

Spoken like a true defeatist

I washed my hands

Of the imprints of yours


You could have chosen kindness

Instead of being right

Being kind is right

A right not afforded from you


A year ago stretched quite slow

Yet so fast I feel the same

That nothing is changed

Except ever shifting blame


Like a thinker’s labyrinth

Convinced I ‘d become better

Revealing only hidden expectation

The seeking of rejection and validation


So the agitation continues

The immaturity in my head

Victimizing the past led events

Complicating things, ever complicating


Considerations are happening

Am I the wagon or the horse?

A terrible master

The indentured servant


But the hour grows still

Distractions are failing

One foot leads the other

Even if in flailing


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