unassuming and inadequate web of despair
in which my only form of release
are your tears.
Unadulterated with my intentions,
my plight was altered
because understanding who you are,
went over my head.
I brought you down to size,
by bringing you up to my level
yet looking down on you as if you were the one that was lost.
I found myself by unveiling a darker side of you, previously unreleased version 2.0
that was shelved because of inconsistency.
Now my actions are consistent with someone who's an uneducated guesser,
a theorist who thought that you had all of the answers,
only to find to that I'm entangled in an unequivocal,
unassuming and inadequate web of despair
in which my only form of release
are your tears.
very interesting. This is a poem that my friends and would love to discuss and debate on its underlining meaning.
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