Your going to

The air hangs thick, a curtain drawn

across the truth.

You stand upon a crumbling

These lives,

not knots you needed to untangle,

not threats whispered in the dark,

but quiet streams flowing toward a sea

you never cared to map.

They had no escape route,

no hidden ,

just the daily stretch of living,

tending small gardens

And you,

with the weight of grievance,

of your own making, decide

affront on your own soul.

Your arrogance

too heavy to carry honestly,

now rolls downgathering speed,

leaving only dust.

caught in the necessary

spin of survival,

persistent

building bridges ,

Occupied by the focus

elsewhere, conspiracy against your peace

their simultaneous a conspiracy against your comfort? The notion collapses under its own thin logic. You mistook industry for malice,

and exhaustion for new perspective,

The silence stretches, out to an empty plain

where noise once reigned. done,

the ledger marked in a grim,

permanent ink.

And what remains?

Not victory,

surely.

Just

they served, revolutions.

A new perspective,

the empty room.

What view can be gained

from of such needless ruin?

of what was,

a distorted map of your own misplaced

You can build anew, they say,

raise structures on ground.

But the foundation is stained,

of the life your extinguishing

not for defense, not for survival,

but for the temporary,

brittle satisfaction

of proving a point

no one was listening to.

The new view, I suspect,

suddenly , irrevocably altered.

As the will, and the greed is willing

A facaud

Not the face I thought I knew,

But a landscape rearranged

By the abuse of the terrored of being.

In our fate

The same bones ache,

Can you

the same eyes see,

Yet the light falls differently now,

dust rises as it began

Where solid ground once seemed to settle.

This new perception, a splinter

Forces a quiet turning,

igcknowledgment of the wreckage.

Not My arrogance, a vast, ill-fitting coat,

It's ,who is like,

across the shoulders

in Espanol

Jefe

Now

And ridiculous

I see

My less and you more in

Determination

My bitterness in a individual to show

Your scumbag ness,the cycle repeats because you did not believe in yourself,your the same as the individual that threatened me in the first place, but your excuse is we're the bad people,who who you forced to do to make do what they're doing is good individual provides for the family is socially known respected and never shown any disrespect towards you it is you that disrespected the world.