Chagrin

Oh pitfall, you untidy thing. You're like riding the wing of a bird that's not wary, like a glove that's just tearing. I can't get my bearings cause i'm threatened by impending ground, I'm lost but i'm swearing still, no one's around. And I made it that way, as protection, as deflection from the problems persisting while i'm wishing they'd disappear. It's like fishing for tears. When they come, they come, and there's no going back. But the fight til you get there is a demon to crack. I can't jump cause the rope i've tied isn't taut, and I can't poison my breath with speak of these thoughts, though I try and I wish and I hope for one day, some way to remember, to dismember the frays of the body i've envisioned as perfect, yet remission has smirked and sold me the truth. No youth can survive, now we're going live, how dare you strive to find peace in this world, the dustdevils swirl and lust levels girls to that of an image on paper, some tapering wafer of a vision of beauty, persicion is cruelty. But it all comes down to one thing. One thought, some already ought to know that these seeds that we sow, well they sometimes grow, poor fruit and poor grain, like the roots are remains of healthy stems from the rain. But no more. No again. Not me, now, my friend. Can't you see how this sin has erased my grin has diplaced me, chagrin. Waterfall from freckled mountains, flow freely, unweilding, oh poor heckled fountains.