Backwards Reversion

Backwards Reversion of Social Dynamics

A breath that is unyielding

singes my lungs

and I wait in mourning

singing his tunes

while pining dreaming weary in full blooded color I wing it

as a dead marionette

is cast upon another shore

another day, another dollar

another doll and another lost piety

has bloomed hateful

oh woe, is me

I dream in blue

her life screams hate through me

and i scream piteously

lost for a moment in reality

I savour its contentment

and cast

another line to cement

its sure implementation

passive aggression

is not assertion

nor is violence

A healthy coping mechanism