Virtuous Hand

This place,

This prison,

That of impudent crimson.

Such greedy a grip,

Taking each moment of mirth.

Above theft of the artist,

Is their theft of all worth.

Rawness of flesh

Under tightening ropes.

Torment too much,

I had to let go.

Set free of such dreams,

Still fresh in my mind.

Since they’d broken my strength,

Every shred they could find.

Why expect me to shimmer, in a sky full of stars?

Dismissable dust without much a cause.

Why, when all I am is exactly this?

Where they all but stare through my body of mist?

The night sky so bright

Constellations abound

Swimming in darkness

Yet here, I have drowned.

Not once did they dim?

Swallowed by what might await?

No...

stars mustn't worry about the darkness of space

When the Upper Hand

had chosen our fate.

Not a barren spot remained,

yet I was replaced.

So here falls the pain,

the rejections I swallow.

Here’s my abandon,

and my soul now scraped hollow.

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