Fallen Over And Misconstrued

I would rather be sitting under fruit trees than remind myself of the taboo

Letting that acid hit me and burn a hole in my chest straight through

As it drips down my stomach and burns my intestines

Had to stop, clear my head, and take the initiative

I’m trying to figure it out and have a successful breakthrough

It’s like I’m using the claw of a hammer to unscrew

With that attitude, I’m not sure I’d give out a redo

All these contemplations just scream out black-and-blue

Thin-leaved, black-spotted birch trees obscure the view

As I lay down on some snowy steps, myself covered in ashen residue

A memory inside of a memory like cells interlinked

I was captain of those streets notwithstanding any precinct

But I’m only riding along some passage and not our avenue

I’m just like the man on the moon unsure if I should rendezvous

I could still be dreaming that dream I never woke up from

And even then I still couldn’t be upset with you

It’s like sobbing in the middle of a monstrous monsoon

Or humanistically frozen in place like a Renaissance statue

Just hoping I don’t end up like Rhodes’ Colossus

Fallen over and misconstrued

I guess you’re the hero and I’m the villain 

Regardless of any point of view

But that’s a little more than okay

Because I think I might just have to

© Niklen 1/22/23