Fool

by Sheree Speaks   May 22, 2008


There's the door.
But I'm not leaving.
I want to,
But no one is telling me to go.

The dimness in the room impairs judgment.
Mine as well.
Do you even know me?
You must because you're holding my hand.

The night is innovative, the moon is brimming.
I have no answers, but know where I want to be.
This isn't why I came here.
But I can't leave.

I attempt to ignore you,
You made me fail.
Your profession is magnetism.
It's not fair.

Did you mean what you said?
Or was I duped like the rest?
I must've been naive.
One must learn to fix their mistakes.

The room is so untidy.
Priorities are everywhere.
Fatigue is present.
The past is out of grasp.

It's only in my nature to at least feel imposed.
Compelling is an art for you.
You're a master in obligation.
But you're only fooling yourself.

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