I don’t know; it burns like hot coffee just to say it
I don’t know
I’m usually the one with the answers
the one who’s mind never rests
I could come up with a million solutions to any situation
a vivid scenario inside of a perfect design
a round about thought of everything
a certifiable genius reduced to certifiably insane…
What in the world is going on, going wrong with me
I call myself a gladiator
though I’m going through this grief like a small injured child
an insult, I insult everything I live my life as
I insult the heroes, the slaves, the wolves, the chameleons, the losers
even the losers and I’m the only one who changed it
into a positive connotation
but I disgrace it now by being the martyr, its deceased
but I disgrace it now by proving the loser forever loses
never keeping the girl
I was meant to be the renegade, the chose one
overcome any obstacle, brush it off like a speck of dust
but even the mighty Olympians and famous heroes shy away from me
Even the wind spins away from me
even my closest friends mute me
My role model teacher even proclaimed I’ve changed
her thoughts of me matched the puzzlement of my own
She may have never said it but how pathetic
She has hope for me to succeed but I drown face down in failure
Rise from the ashes, haha bah!
I spit at the mockery fed fantasy
I see my demise and embrace it well
I lay curled on the floor waiting for the day to pass
I’ve danced with slumber thrice now it seems
all the same in length
Looks like I won’t rest till the sun rises again, great!
Ten more hours of darkness
kicking myself with these forbidden thoughts
Living in idiocrasy, denial; insulting everyone who helped me
Combustible element, bah!
I’m just a small boy who refuses to let go
An Insult
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