Poetry & Self-Awareness

You took a treasure

stopped her from becoming a successor

made her feel lesser

but tell her she was clever

you knew what you were doing

you were such a seller

you knew when you met her

you would get her

and then you led her

wouldn’t let her leave your side

she was to be your ride or die

your soon to be bride

but your pride was tied

you hid him

you killed him

the ancient you

who no longer was vacant

you were like a soulless agent

your soul was taken

and never awakened

you became impatient

you were present

but your soul was forsaken