Be Damned

Always here for you,
Empty words
No meaning,
No feeling.
Spoken
But never meant,
Never felt,
A vast crevasse
of
Lies
Upon
More lies.

Someone needs to be
The one
Who finally decides
This farce
Has found its
End.
Someone needs to make
The
First Move.

That someone is now
Me.
I'm walking
Away.

End game.

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Trapped Soul

Circular webbing
A rainbow of sorts
With
Convoluted colors
Raging
Smashing
Enveloping and caressing
Holding on
Vastly
Yet
Tenderly and compassionately.
A confused self
Trapped in a time warp
And open sea of despair.
Feelings and urges
So much taboo
That promises
Fulfillment
Yet guilt in its
Pleasure.
Want of taste
Want of touch
Forbidden fruits
That I so desire
Yet I must deprive myself
And face the uncertain
Reality ahead.
What is rapture
That I remain
Behind,
Secluded,
Trapped,
Imprisoned.
There is no freedom
There is no justice
There’s that which is in my mind
And that
Will have to
Suffice.


Conceived from the bent mind of one
Charlie Stout
March 30, 2017
11:28AM