I once was loyal, but no more
That feeling walked out through the door
These words I speak, I say them true
Don’t ever think they care for you
Shove you down and stab your back
Remind you of the things you lack
They care if you but serve them well
But if you don’t, your life is Hell
You know you did not deserve this
They send you with a viper’s kiss
Down the mountain, watch you fall
Then gone before your dying call
Your memory stashed on a shelf
Be loyal only to oneself

ยฉThe Beginning At Last
I wrote this before my brief respite. Right now, I have not felt the urge to write much poetry. I have been experimenting with different things on the site lately. Nothing too crazy, but little twists here and there. A little more of an amalgam of my older posts and my “newer” ones.
If the words come to me, I will surely write a poem, but at the moment they are not and I’m fine with that. I prefer the freedom of writing what, when or how I want that I am currently embracing.
Perhaps for NTT something will come to me (Yes, there will be an NTT this week. It’s already loaded in the chamber. ๐).
In the meantime, I hope you all enjoy this piece.

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