Absolute Ascendancy

Poems pertaining to maturing souls.

I laughed away my misery

I shrugged away your strife

You loved to taunt and name me

But you don't control my life

 

The stupid things you used to say

The words I kept close to heart

I'd let them rip my soul away

Whenever you would start

 

But I knew that you weren't always right

There was no way that could be true

But I had no means by which to fight

So the winner was always you

 

To you, the harbinger of my grief

I'll give one kind award

You've dissipated old belief

And now my soul's a sword

The End

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