a dulling sharpness
pertrudes from origins of
times when tyme put
a halt to pain like pulling
on the reigns of a
loyal steed
sipping greed
from a tropical trough

wielding swords
built by a blacksmith
wise in the words
chosen to become blades
for the right man
deserving such a powerful
weapon

i can remember being denied
a blade
like a young squire i yearned
to grow
so i could wear my suit of armor
covering
emotions i wear on my shoulder
daily
constantly being crushed by weight
hailed
through my halo from the heavens
by the
Gods trying to teach me a valuable
lesson
as they bury my destined weapon a
little
more deeper into this petrified
heart of
mine still beating and bludgeoning
me with
pebblesseducingracefulteriorganized
motives

as i sink further
into this quarrel of quicksand
it occurs to me i
will soon be nothing more than
the.....

SPECK

i once was

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