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LoreTj
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A little something I wrote based on an emotion I was feeling. I'm new to this, any comments, critiques, or suggestions would be appreciated =]
He of a Crestfallen Disposition
A deceptive cadence.
A scale, racing up the finger board.
Bubbling into a high ‘A’, and then:
Disgust.
At me.
At them.
The tension is gone.
There is only disgust.
At my pride.
At theirs’.
Hatred.
At what they’ve made me.
At what I’ve been too weak to overcome.
There is no sanctuary on an altar of nails.
He of a Crestfallen Disposition
A deceptive cadence.
A scale, racing up the finger board.
Bubbling into a high ‘A’, and then:
Disgust.
At me.
At them.
The tension is gone.
There is only disgust.
At my pride.
At theirs’.
Hatred.
At what they’ve made me.
At what I’ve been too weak to overcome.
There is no sanctuary on an altar of nails.