Self Detached

SELF DETACHED

I was grieving for the loss; it’s clear
Your love was a part gift, part theft
A last farewell hug on a sinking pier
A carousel that has no children left

Then I laid there among the carrion
Thinking its flesh would gain flight
I’m the passenger with no carry on
I’m no stranger to strife’s oversight

A guessing still messing me around
As I’m always lost and never found
Itchy, homesick in blues hometown
Chasing a break and clues to perish

Shouting prayers from their religion
A blind shot at glory. A fair decision
But, you belonged somewhere else
Beyond the sum of care for yourself

© RICARDO SEXTON

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➕ RS REVIIVER

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