@clandestine 17 July 2020

Inferiority Complex

Dive into your mournful shadows, Find me having rocks as pillows. Coward to step into my own light. Fire scavenger, bring back my sight. Masked by your fame and glory, Forgot your friend pained and folly? To glare my eyes and strain to see; From your shadows:escaped and free. Desperate for your crumbs to eat. Sucking your air for me to breathe. Scarred crawling; still lighting torches. 'Til this curse burn down like matches.