A Letter To A Narrow Allegiance

Something about your manners

Surprises me every day, but no

Things are not the same in our lives

here lies a doleful soul

could it be a refusal?

Or just a way you just found to be mean

Such a narrow allegiance to such a weak happiness

Carry me in this chamber

Lie...you might find me so lost

But it's just me: a light that can't be seen

You might find me pathetic

Omniscient in my grave

Something about your scars

Makes me laugh and wonder why

Would you be open-minded enough

To fail in your trail

Doomed in the stanzas (that the poet has made)

Painted in the canvas (a forlorn self-portrait)

It made me like this...you failed before me