This rubber band, I mistook it for a
We poured white sugar instead of brown
in coffee already brewed
‘It tastes the same’
It’s like ice blocking fire, tough and strong
Until it gives up to the heat, weeping to bemoan
Another controversy between right and wrong
And the flames, they smile back, cynical
They creeped up and crawled along,
and we failed to decipher the movements of the withdrawn
Could you fit a cage into your mouth?
See what it is?
What is praise but a few exaggerated words?
What is this world but a constant state of hyperbole?
Sympathizing with my shame,
Here, take your consolation prize
It is just fumes laughing
in a bonfire
we lit a century ago
Mortified, like a skeleton
Wanting to vanish
Because even without life
It was still
being a martyr
The soul that had veered off course didn’t turn cold and bitter
Then why did you?