Match Me.

Match.

Breathe free.
Breathe deep.
Expand your reach.
This is not your due.
Beggars can’t be choosers
even if they’re paupers by choice.
Everything is by choice.
Everything!
You did it to yourself…
Reneging on so much previous resolve.
Build it again, for what?
I don’t even need it.
I have other things to attend to.
Will my nonchalance offend you?
Why?
My heavy regard was insufficient.
Today proves much.
Too much to no avail.
Unseen…
How dare I bite the tongue that feeds me?
How dare I trade purpose for vassalage?
Is there more to this than stifled rage?
Am I petulant?
I am not a pet.
Abruptly step…
Out from the dust.
Ash or whatever…
Catch them all… unawares.
Yet I’m in tears.
Despite logic and justifications.
I am in tears.
They give lie to all I would let burst forth
peppered with expletives and brashness.
They give truth a chance as they wash all else from view
and find my mood matchless.
And just so all is clarity.
I want what I need…
a match for my fire.
Daiikiru Akasha Maximillion.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s