It all starts with the slightest movement in response to the slightest question.
The casual definition of a conversation.
Then comes the slip of the tongue.
The ultimate cover-up.
Just when you thought you had it all under control.
You lose all your composure.
But do not worry your little heart.
I'll be giving you a reward
Through the complex ways of life
My life for your life
eternally intertwined YET
no longer musically inclined
to work together willingly
YOU choose to go and steal
Looting. Thief. Such distaste
BUT I still love you
The engravings on my skin
growing with each and everyday
The words on my voice
falling each time I open my mouth
Subtle movements. Subtle thoughts.
In the unthinkable yet rather probable turn of events.
Oh. Here we go again. You chose not to say.
And pretty soon the consequences catch up to you.
That part you left out on some "unimportant" mess.
The fast life keeps gaining on you. But.
You shall not quit there. You continue to pursue the "easy" road.
Stop. Do not speak. All you're doing is digging a deeper hole.
A thinner ledge. A sharper blade.
A prisoner in your personal war.
Drop. Twist. Turn. Flip. Boom.
The bomb has dropped and you were caught in the blast zone.
But you saw it coming right?
Worry free. That's what you are. In the sense that you have hope.
Believing. And things shall not go askew yet again.
Your time for redemption.
It seems as though you have finally done right.
And tomorrow is your day to start anew.
These are the words of a sinner who changed.
YOU ARE READING
The Official Unofficial Story Of Sieh
PoetryI have no idea. But I do know that I like poetry and I hope you like my "poetry"
