Moments of Millieu



A lingering betrayal of incapable truth.


Contending with my aimless thoughts.


Damning me without hear me.


A punishing scorn for the egregious pain of life.


My solution is my punishment.


My pain, the only correcting force.


My sins unjustified.


Confidently confronting corruption callously.


A speck of dust in my eye.


I dodge your wooden weapon.


A beam lodged in your eye.


If only my son was correct, then it would make me whole.


Lies wrapped in intention.


Cold acidity, melting away your integrity.


Lies carve away beneath the foundation.


Thumping steps betray the emptiness below.


Nothing walks on your foundation.


No ringing hollow steps.


The truth routed.


Darkness of blurry confusion.


Distraction.





The fact that your solution for me,


Was to send me into lock up,


Before you ever cared to hear me out,


Hurts me deeply to my core,


I was never crazy,





I just was never heard

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