Weakness
written by: Mak Hallam
Weakness is the shallow bruises
Pale beneath the facade of your character;
It is in the way the cruel smirk you wear
Cannot hide beneath your tears
And the way it stretched uncontrolled, manically thin
When you hurt me
And weakness is the depth of your soul
Unable to carry the wisp of truth
The bead of warmth and empathetic heart
It is the breadth of which you are spread very thin
With very little but a trail of blood
Painted the sky and clouds shaped like angels
It is the way that all soft fruit go to rot;
Fallen trunks burnt away by age and forgotten valor
And maggots crawl the world blind;
It is that you have given little but taken too much
The stakes put out by graves of your victories
Are scratched in a three-page book
Weakness is the laugh and haughty voice in which you spoke
About twisting words to naught, knots
The pride that accompanies the permanent dead glint
A smile pressed to cruelty
Weakness is the apologies that were never spoken
That died in the lightning strike of your ego
That shaped blame in the form of victimhood;
Weakness is being blind to the absent core
Of who you are and not plucking the weeds
Before they became thorns
