distorted significance
1 word
played
1000 times
not my One Self
not true
but the mind
feeding itself pictures
stuck
it keeps pushing the repeat button
playing it over and over and over again
how many times will i hit the back button--
the replay
this old pity party
specialness
i need specialness
to compensate for
to pour on
these unattended wounds
i profess
to the world
silently
but as loudly and as often
as i can
"at your hands i die"
see me suffer
i am blood
raw meat
and bones
falling apart
in front of your eyes
"it is your job to fix me"
feely you no guilt for this?!
will you not admit
your
responsibility
for this unhappy mess?
oh what insanity this is!
and i dare
to call you
"friend"...
placing my murder in your hands
giving you nothing but hell
damnation
for
your
crime against
what only i can address
the envelope
with my name on it
i can no longer
assign
to you
no,
today i open the letter
to me
to see the problem
as it is
to see
the Answer
in the very same place
addressed to me
the problem
no longer exists
resolution
free at last
God is returned to me
and all
the world
no longer a punching bag
radiance
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