23. Self-hate
The void of selfishness is endless.
I blame the roots for tripping me
and the rocks for scraping me
but I’m the one who falls.
A name upon the wind
was most likely let loose
by my tongue
It carries and it morphs
into something I did not mean it to be
And I can blame the wind
but I’m the one who spoke.
I preach to the lilies
on the practice of beauty
and to the birds
on the art of song
oh, the hypocrisy squirming inside.
I slouch on a throne of high priority
Drowning out tears with large yawns
Gazing intently at the ugliest of things.
My name upon the wind floats by my ear
Whispers of corruption and of guarded intuition
It carries and it morphs
into exactly who I am.
I topple from my throne but once
to seize you by the throat
When you but say the truth in all simplicity
all the truth and all the wrongs
all wrapped up in me.
I blame the roots for tripping me
and the rocks for scraping me
but I’m the one who falls
Deeper and deeper into the void of selfishness
The hole of my discontent
is endless.