Post by Defty on Jan 19, 2024 22:43:50 GMT -5
THE TRAGIC TRINITY
The vibration of my phone
Is enough to make me cry.
I’ve cried, many times,
While driving down
The road.
Why am I
the alumni,
The only guy
Who “makes the truth his own.”
You see, in truth,
I have a
Broken nose.
Never home
When I’m running.
I see the ground is coming,
And it’s
Rushing towards my face.
I can’t stand still for long
Before I’m falling
Out of place.
And I hate to hear
The praise,
When they say it
To me, loud.
“We’re so proud of you!”
And,
“We want more out of you.”
Well, I’m sick of the platitudes.
If only you knew me.
I’m not the human
Being that you
Want me to be.
At least,
Not when I’m ruled
By The Tragic Trinity.
***
THE QUESTION
Who am I?
I’m racked by the question.
Constantly obsessing
If I’ve even
learned my lesson.
Guess it’s left to
Guessing
Who is presently
In charge.
Me, I’m just a farce.
The one who talks
Of God.
I see the most
Applause,
But I’m almost
Always gone.
The other two
Are fighting,
And they’re
Vying for the throne.
My mind’s their only home.
I’m scared that I’m alone.
***
THREE CAGES
Night was at the helm
In those moments
that I fell.
And Tragic
Takes control
When I feel
I have no soul.
But I’ve starved them
Both
To bones.
Keep them
Locked in cages
Just in case
They try to
Break things.
Keep me locked
Up with them,
So they won’t be wise to
Break-in.
Now the three of us
Are facing
Towards the other
Persons’ faces,
Held behind
By bars
In the prison
Of my making.
***
MY SIDE
Years have passed by,
And still I reminisce.
How I miss my visits
To the glass dome
Made of wishes:
Goldfish,
Where our
Sins were
nonexistent.
Writing this
Is Night,
I must
Clear
Up my
Depiction.
Goldfish came to me,
And it gave me what I wanted.
Friends who’d always calm me,
And a knowledge of belonging.
His “memoir” went and wronged me;
Said I’m someone always falling.
But how can I be faulted,
When the Gang
Were all my
Family?
When I was only ever happy.
And he took that from me.
So who’s the real enemy?
***
IN THE END
Excuse the above,
He’s a sentimental
Wimp.
My name is Tragic.
I was made from
His ashes.
Out of us three,
I’m easily
The strongest.
If God needs
A witness,
Then I’ll be
Needing
Hundreds.
Give the kid
Some time;
Let him
think
He’s doing
right.
Eventually,
He’ll realize
That it’s hard
To hold the light.
And he’ll defer to me,
As always.
So I’m honestly
not worried.
I always come back,
Like I promised
to Cerise.
***
TEETERING
I have to rope them in—
And throw them in
Their cages.
They’re constantly
Escaping.
I’m left
To take the blame.
When eyes are closed for
Praying,
The two of them are playing.
Then it’s back
in cage
By “Amen.”
They’re pushing past
The limits.
I’m splitting
at the threads
From my different
Modes of
Thinking;
Forgetting
Which my name is.
I feel my body sinking.
Tragic says there’s more;
“The story isn’t finished!”
Night agrees he’s right,
“One more fall is imminent.”
God, don’t let this happen!
Please, don’t let me be!
I need your help to fight,
My mind’s own
Tragic Three.
The vibration of my phone
Is enough to make me cry.
I’ve cried, many times,
While driving down
The road.
Why am I
the alumni,
The only guy
Who “makes the truth his own.”
You see, in truth,
I have a
Broken nose.
Never home
When I’m running.
I see the ground is coming,
And it’s
Rushing towards my face.
I can’t stand still for long
Before I’m falling
Out of place.
And I hate to hear
The praise,
When they say it
To me, loud.
“We’re so proud of you!”
And,
“We want more out of you.”
Well, I’m sick of the platitudes.
If only you knew me.
I’m not the human
Being that you
Want me to be.
At least,
Not when I’m ruled
By The Tragic Trinity.
***
THE QUESTION
Who am I?
I’m racked by the question.
Constantly obsessing
If I’ve even
learned my lesson.
Guess it’s left to
Guessing
Who is presently
In charge.
Me, I’m just a farce.
The one who talks
Of God.
I see the most
Applause,
But I’m almost
Always gone.
The other two
Are fighting,
And they’re
Vying for the throne.
My mind’s their only home.
I’m scared that I’m alone.
***
THREE CAGES
Night was at the helm
In those moments
that I fell.
And Tragic
Takes control
When I feel
I have no soul.
But I’ve starved them
Both
To bones.
Keep them
Locked in cages
Just in case
They try to
Break things.
Keep me locked
Up with them,
So they won’t be wise to
Break-in.
Now the three of us
Are facing
Towards the other
Persons’ faces,
Held behind
By bars
In the prison
Of my making.
***
MY SIDE
Years have passed by,
And still I reminisce.
How I miss my visits
To the glass dome
Made of wishes:
Goldfish,
Where our
Sins were
nonexistent.
Writing this
Is Night,
I must
Clear
Up my
Depiction.
Goldfish came to me,
And it gave me what I wanted.
Friends who’d always calm me,
And a knowledge of belonging.
His “memoir” went and wronged me;
Said I’m someone always falling.
But how can I be faulted,
When the Gang
Were all my
Family?
When I was only ever happy.
And he took that from me.
So who’s the real enemy?
***
IN THE END
Excuse the above,
He’s a sentimental
Wimp.
My name is Tragic.
I was made from
His ashes.
Out of us three,
I’m easily
The strongest.
If God needs
A witness,
Then I’ll be
Needing
Hundreds.
Give the kid
Some time;
Let him
think
He’s doing
right.
Eventually,
He’ll realize
That it’s hard
To hold the light.
And he’ll defer to me,
As always.
So I’m honestly
not worried.
Like I promised
to Cerise.
***
TEETERING
I have to rope them in—
And throw them in
Their cages.
They’re constantly
Escaping.
I’m left
To take the blame.
When eyes are closed for
Praying,
The two of them are playing.
Then it’s back
in cage
By “Amen.”
They’re pushing past
The limits.
I’m splitting
at the threads
From my different
Modes of
Thinking;
Forgetting
Which my name is.
I feel my body sinking.
Tragic says there’s more;
“The story isn’t finished!”
Night agrees he’s right,
“One more fall is imminent.”
God, don’t let this happen!
Please, don’t let me be!
I need your help to fight,
My mind’s own
Tragic Three.