It seems as though my presence
isn’t viewed as a present,
but rather an unwanted hindrance –
I’ll vacate the present premises.
No longer take up space
within the mind,
I will walk away with zeal off to a space
where my company’s wanted,
with enjoyment and laughter
again easy to find.
It’s not difficult to feel
the arisen tension melting away,
when I can distance myself from
the words and blame
from another,
it is their argument’s sake.
Funny how repeat-offending
goes by the book,
when moral constructs broke,
and rule-breaking occurred
without a second look,
Parade all the upsets which
speak unto thy soul,
but I won’t catch hold,
carry the wind of it,
now leaves —
watch the wind wash,
autumn hues
drift and fall.
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