It’s not your fault.
It’s my miserable thoughts,
Telling tales of goodbyes;
Dreams of falling through skies.
Decided time has come upon us
To free myself from fear, be flawless.
Don’t seek to blame yourself, in pain;
Just giving up on games, no gain.
Undress of my will
To face balances, bills;
Ravaged eternal
By powers external.
Rudderless steered
Through misery, fear;
To the banks of an afterlife
Where I’ll lay as they twist their knife.
It’s not my fault.
It’s their venomous thoughts,
Refusal to empathise;
Cut out self as the anger dies.
Back is full of objects digging;
Credit cards cutting, just beginning
To understand the cost, the loss,
Learn to know your balance; boss.
Dethrone the debt,
From all angles beset.
Cut loose currency;
Escape quickly, urgency,
Unless you’d remain
Under thrall, broke and lame.
Resist that sweet kiss, though it’s easily given,
Telling you that your life, is a life that’s worth living.
It’s all your fault.
They came, you did naught.
Affix on me a badge: ‘Lower Class’;
Easy target when their plan comes to pass.
C H Mackie 