Tabula Rasa Poem by Kyon Shade

This is not a poem.
It doesn’t rhythm.
It follows no structure,
Lacks sound and form.
It isn’t uniformed.
This is me, my rights and my wrongs.

I am a puzzle.
One that can’t be fixed.
I am heartless, silent and cold.
Your fears, your silent tears.
Insecurities and dislikes.
I am black and white.

I am sadness.
Hatred and despair.
I am the child you regret.
The one you couldn’t kill.
Saved to be deprived.
Against my god given will.

I am everyone, but no one is me.
I’m what you don’t see.
The fears that you wont face.
The past that you erased.
The blood stains on the sheet.
The hate you hold back.
I am the heart you attacked.

I am a product of sin.
In the game called life.
No one wins.