My progression a litany of empty successes My expectations depressed at the expense of my selfishness Can you hear the sounds of my hysteria? The people’s psyche radiating a pungent paranoia Induced by my idiocy I am a danger to the human race Humans burdened with a rash fever of dreams Blinding them from my integrity But they are not really blind Only held by hopeless hope Hopelessness for the future For the repeated unrevolutionary revolutions A never ending tale of betrayal bolstered by the blood on a wounded warrior His story is the fight for the sake of my esteem He bows down to me Bow down to me. I thought that my failures had been buried by my history But they are predators of my morality Hunting for any sense of my humane ethos Severing the souls of my sons and daughters The sons and daughters still confined under the delusion that I can save them Their fantasies are a disappointment Do they not know me yet? Can they still not recognize my effusive array of empty promises? Promises promoted by my distracted ambitions Fixated on personal advancement And without a change in my poor perspective 152â€
Little Brown House Review