Try to dehumanise,
turn me into something
to despise.
Try to grind me down.
It's working,
but I'm hanging around.
I'm going nowhere,
you can't dig my hole
before I'm ready.
You can't have my soul,
and I’m not here
to be dead and buried
Try to cut me off
from all I've come to know.
Cut me out
like a tumour that grows.
I'm not a cancer, or a growth.
I'm not a parasite, I have worth.
You can't bury me,
dig merrily,
but I'm not going where you
are trying to send.
This is not the end
but a new beginning,
where I will sing
if my heart wants to sing.
Try to throw me
discarded memories.
You believe
I’ll fade. You think,
I'll fall into nothing,
just blend into the shade,
with my degraded self-belief
balled up and thrown
into history’s rubbish bin.
You assume
that my self-worth is
just a mask,
that I wear nothing beneath.
I'd ask you to be very sure of that,
before you try to take me to task.
Try to end my story,
sad songs play on a jukebox,
ticking clocks all stop,
but I'm not ready
for the wooden box
you have laid out for me.
Try to put me down,
I'll swim for a while in the grime
but time
will conspire to seal your fate
before I've put my hand
on the fiery exit gate.
So, say hello to hell.
I'll see you down there,
when my funds have run dry
and my cheques won't clear.
When my balance
has sunk into the red
and I've used my last reserves.
When my account has expired,
and I've paid off every debt.
When I've wrung all of the love
I can give from this ragged heart.
Then I'll meet you again,
on that you can bet.
Thanks for reading
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Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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