The past is forever ingrained. Our reunions are inevitable.
shuffling through memories of chemicals and felonies of previous identies
reminisce on reckless ill intentions that i channeled because i don’t know the way to moderate
my intake
there’s no clemency
come up with a melody and use it as a remedy to fend off all my enemies
i just got reminded of the stories i thought represented freedom but were written by a rage
to erase
what i’m meant to be
which is anything
but a grave
really thought i wouldn’t celebrate
the decision to remain
but today i’m tired of the limits and decisions to be in a better place
really i just want to break
i’m an effigy
of mistakes
beauty in the drowning at a lake
no more suffering to rake
but the willow tree endures another day to try converting tragedy to grace
to unsweeten bitter tastes
– D K T
