Was not simple letting you find space inside –  

witnessed enough irreparable damage seen within tripled lifetime;

Tried, I did... words of malice crust,

kept pace of foundling lies,

whispers withering already pummeled trust –

fabricated tales hold no depth within mine eyes;  

Did those tonics sustain?

Was there a world decently obtained?

Surely.... the road fell from feet,

ugliness never runs fast enough on fleet –

left acrimony that yet, hasn't been tastefully prompted goodbye;

Etched scars instilled and construed,

haunting lingers consumed,

I have days' hands still cradle head confused –

too entrusted a fool to perceive squalled lies;

An obedient servant towards of many addictions, weren't you?

No matter the importance that of whom – by gracefully stood,

no much of thought pattered to who was used,

heart; mind separate,

signs none too clear for meliorate –

inflections still saunter and defy.