A Prosecution

Keep aside, just take it all and leave me in a lie, 

A lie so foaming, frothing, yet less venomous than your reality. 

Or is it your vengeful perception of yours? 

Why you have set up this unfinished game of life and like it? 

There is no joy in

Pushing someone like a pendulum

I hate oscillation, still, at the most wanted moments, I find my improvisation still lacking a skill. 

Should I sit more with your truth? 

Or let my night come on my heavy eyelids

To let it all forget, not entirely, but the momentary confrontation of time against the truth. 

Hold your tough words, I being a straw, let us not be waiting for the dangerous weapon to choose the owner. 

Wait till I end everything with “until”, 

That word- my despairing hope.