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Spelling Tests

I feel it when you’re spelling my name;

Trying to bend me to your will.

Keep me stagnant

glass is easier to shatter when held still.

I feel you drawing my own whims against me,

thinking you’ll scatter me to the winds.

I know you want me to succeed

only in making you happy

and plod along or completely fail

at all else.

You’d rather I know your name much better

than I do myself.

And you’re not the only one – from many directions

do these slighted attempts come.

Control,

in control

but you have none for your own self…

No, it’s from all those around you

whose lives remain in your stealth.

It’s not love, or kindness, you seek in others;

But total destruction of the meek, and their brothers…

And how dare you offend kismet

Gorging your strength of perception

on another’s weaknesses.

Enemies always linger –

No one notices the snake until after

it’s already bitten their finger.

 

06 October 2020