Watched you Fall
No, I am not like you
you in your being of correctiveness
the fake courtesy
the righteousness on which you insist.
All wrapped up in the mundane
I am not found fetal like nor am I kind.
I am what is dark, dismal and blind.
Forget the hidden diary
the closet and the unopened bottle of desperation
I don’t believe in forgiven indiscretions
I am not made of any specific social direction.
I come hot and run suddenly cold
I am all the power you mistakenly forget to posses
I am burden and I am bold.
Lying ever in an awakened state
I will not call on you
but forever await.