under overcast eyes,
through old-growth forfeits,
and to my surmise,
the ego systems outshine rationality,
dispute credibility, and
reject actuality.
Faces of judgment, unwilling
to forget, distill the impure components
and purge any regrets.
Apologies ricochet against the
walls of the skulls, and thoughts hang heavy
until threads break and forgiveness
is absent.
And the words seem worthless while they
slip from my mouth,
but your ears catch the meaning
and cradle the sounds.
Through recognition of resistance,
despite my fervent persistence,
I see the doubt of the crowd.
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