White Flag
To the inevitable destiny — A poem
Only in my dreams can I be crucified. Confession, I let the sneak attack happen. A broken backbone that helps purge the agony within. Looking down the cross trembling before I awaken.
This dream influenced by a forbidden reason. Gently I Kneel in my judgemental self-pity. Pleading with fate to show mercy and remove my anonymity. With a potency flavour put on each appealing hook. The riddles choose to remain an unwieldy restrain. With a dignified unseemly extracted circle of the hindrance. Devoid of solidarity during the demeaning indignation, that leaves me with a wanderlust I must start embracing. As I am ready for the time of my life. I show the white flag to my inevitable destiny. I let everyone see through my disguise. Since I must be myself to survive.
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