Resistance
By: C. Hemphill
You have always been
my downfall.
In honesty I stood,
and you made me see the truth.
In slumped disgust I
examined the evidence,
touched the folds of
regret and loathing.
Naked and vulnerable,
to only one set of eyes.
There was nowhere to
hide.
All the cracks and
crevices exposed like a beautiful birth.
But this, like death,
was haunting and hideous.
Taunting and tedious.
And I thought to
myself,
How did I get here?
This land, once clothed
in subtle strength,
now drowned in ruins:
Gluttonous, greedy,
gaping ruins.
Rotting, pleading,
shaping ruins.
Until what was left
standing, was an excess of nothingness.
Yet, in the void,
hope whispers sweet nothings
become something
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