The words you force
The words you yell
The words you fictitiously pronounce
Now becomes you, becomes your energy.
Your energy flow is not lucid any more. Was it ever?
Your demand for a delusional lie to become reality shames you.
These words you force on me have backfired.
I see the colours you wear.
I must now forgive you.
The damage has been done. To yourself.
[ ABSENCE. A poem conceived by: Christina Clark ]