Lashing Out Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

Lashing Out



Without a doubt.
No second guesses.
The raven lashes out.

Silence condemns.
Not approved.
But by whom.
What gives you a right to judge.
Forgiveness that smothers.
Suffocation coddling me like a foreign invader.

Without a doubt.
No second guesses.
The raven lashes out.

Without a doubt.
No second guesses.
The raven lashes out.

Without a doubt
Without a doubt.

Whom am I to argue.
Even with the senseless.
Not my fight.
Not my birthright.
Abandon the assumed position.
Retreat to previous addictions.
The common cold affliction.
Recovery.
Just give me my moment.
And I'll show you.

Silence condemns.
Not approved.
But by whom.
What gives you a right to judge.
Forgiveness that smothers.
Suffocation coddling me like a foreign invader.

Without a doubt.
No second guesses.
The raven lashes out.

My day has come.
My penance is on the run.
Full circle.
No objectivity.
Complete and honest bias.
Some views can not be changed.
The mountain will not move.
Will not budge.
How sweet is that fudge?
Even a tasty morsel has little influence over me.
For I am and always will be free of the chains that once tied me down.
From the sky to the ground.

Without a doubt.
No second guesses.
The raven lashes out.

Without a doubt.
No second guesses.
The raven lashes out.

Without a doubt
Without a doubt.

Whom am I to argue.
Even with the senseless.
Not my fight.
Not my birthright.
Abandon the assumed position.
Retreat to previous addictions.
The common cold affliction.
Recovery.
Just give me my moment.
And I'll show you.

Silence condemns.
Not approved.
But by whom.
What gives you a right to judge.
Forgiveness that smothers.
Suffocation coddling me like a foreign invader.

Without a doubt.
No second guesses.
The raven lashes out.

One last time.
Of one body and mind.
Whole with a splintered ego.
Sometimes it's so hard to let go.
But not this time.
This time, this time.
And the window gets smaller.
So much smaller.
No backing down.
The perfect escape.
Just the right fit.
Tightening the knoose on someone else.
You might hang for this but not me.
Not me.

Without a doubt.
No second guesses.
The raven lashes out.
And that raven is me finally.
Lashing out.
Oh lashing out.

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