My soul is devastation
A burden so heavy it cracks concrete
With earth-shattering simplicity
I fail to astound, even to register
The world walks on, unimpressed
I see you blaze your trail from above
A speck in the hot summer sky
Your dreams streaming behind you
Wrapped around your ankles as you ascend
The wasted world in your pocket
Hiding from obscurity,
it finds me
in a glass of wine,
in an unmarked grave,
in another square inch of time, space
wasted
by my words, my existence
This is your epic,
I only live to decorate, to juxtapose
To stand next to you and proclaim your height
With my dwarfed figure
I have these words;
the bile of my soul.
In yours: a triumph;
a life without regret.
Your words scream silence
against the sound
Of their praises to you
Proclaiming their wonderment while
They consume your voice
While I suffer, I prevail
Somewhere at the start
Of your victory march you forgot yourself
Arrogantly you covered your footsteps;
Your broad paces cannot be retracted
So go ahead and laugh
And ill laugh along
sounds are separate
But flow together
Each punctuated
By the other’s rise and fall
