JonathanLIEBLING

What is Written

 

Anonymity again,

Drifting endlessly, it seems,

Once again you tumble,

Shrinking back into a shell,

Constructed out of anger, pain.

How you've suffered those now,

Familiar enemies, stabbing friends,

We know them, so we do,

As we know our own distaste.

 

One day, you know,

You won't return from your sleep,

Never to rise, as never again,

To fall blindly,

Innocently trusting those misdeeds,

As weaknesses guard the truth,

From those who might discover,

It's not all that it seems.

 

Bend that line,

Moreover to breaking point,

Testing boundaries, pushing hate,

Releasing forgotten sorrow,

Directed at any who might listen,

Squeezing anguish out of those,

Malleable enough to feel.

 

Tortured childhood,

Seeking solace in driving forward,

Denying genuine thought,

With sweeping assumptions,

Against righteous signs,

Disbelieving by choice.

 

Destiny awaits you,

Sitting quietly, like the hunter,

Calmly observing the prey,

Licking its lips,

Salivating for the kill.

 

You can't look away forever,

Face it you will,

Sooner rather than later,

Your fate will be heard.

 

Condemned by simple wrongs,

Turn and see your truth,

Retribution chases you.

 

Pressure is rising within,

Sickness now resides and lives.

 

What Is Written, Will Be Done!