Sometimes I wonder if I deserve this
Cosmic karmic punishment.
I was the instigator of a messy
Breakdown and now I am the subject
Of a cruel flip of fate.
Is this what was always coming?
Is this the conclusion to the ever-building scream in my throat?
Suspended in between origin and fruition.
No noise escapes but my raggedy breaths.
It is a silent feeling pushing its way out.
I lock it down.
It's nice to have a reason to scream.
That which was once trapped is now
Finally allowed its freedom if even so
In a most morbid fashion.
If destiny have willed this upon me
As a penance for my misdemeanors
It would make, in a way, sense. I cannot
Comprehend how this came to the point
Which now lies embedded in my forgiving
Front, a testament to the nature of balance
And balance of nature. Neither so did the
Ever innocent in my own cruel revolution.
So to proclaim myself a victim feels like
Basic untruth, for are we all not at some time
The wielder of power? Furthermore, is it more
Important to recognise one's own faults or to
Simply not blunder? One makes the self honest,
The other makes the self more righteous.
For within mine own skin I see the downfalls
Of my past and thus accept the tears of my present.
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