Condescending

by

Thomas Granger

My genie condescends the end of everything, as yet
Deep inside the feelings that he locks
With all his luck you will more than like, forget
Leaving my poor genie in his box

Taking there is nothing to make him go away
Maybe in a literal sense at-least
At best he will excuse himself, though there he will not stay
Being that's the nature of the beast

The bottle, it was noisy and in need of some repair
Harder it was getting to be in
The box is so much quieter, I can put it anywhere
A new place at the start, where I begin

Always doing over what I should not have undone
Showing signs of weakness, back inside
Holding any right to be the first and only one
Staying with the feelings I confide

Damage by the storm cloud that's still hanging overhead
Waiting for the sunshine to appear
You cannot repair damage of the lies that you have lead
Or expect that all the pain will disappear

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Greedy Ones
by: John William McGrath III
from: Mesa, AZ, US

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