what is done and has passed
we hide behind the shield of knight, protecting us with virtues we have deemed right
no integrity as shadows roam, riding our white horse, wearing a white cap
but it is I that I do not know anymore.
the thunderous snap of a voice I have no right to use
a sinkhole of the soul is getting deeper;
pride. the ultimate tool.
I am my own oppressor, suppressed by the tyranny of self awarded entitlement
paving fools gold roads that lead to nowhere;
leaving emptiness and starving desire