Sullen

Today I celebrate
The death of my vanity
And all my pretensions
Concealed within its grave

Lost
Wanting
And nowhere to be found
My nonexistent being
Melts away…

I yearn with dismay
For my inauspicious state
Tuant, empty,
Weak.

I have nothing
Much less to offer
To myself
But my perplexed undetermined
Peevishness.

Down by the tantamount
Countless tears
Shed through the skin
I weep
A loud mockery
Of my own self.

And the world shifted
With what’s left of me
A feverent continuality.

Whatever it takes
Whatever I do
Into the light outside
The other half of me
Will continue to speak
In a circulation within
Needless of scrutiny
Imbedded.
Hidden.
To the depths of my soul.

by Velvet Astraea Dido

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