Falling down…

Running deeper than…

Mere appearances, reflections.

Your demeanor, presence, your aura is an eyesore.

They have,

fell,

falling

and are sliding further…

I fear.

That you need more than hands…

To procure, secure and suture the wounds.

You cry.

But your muffled wails for attention,

betray…

The conflagration that is your lot.

Your hauteur breeds discontent, securing immurement.

Eliciting stares of…

Judgement.

Cutting deeply…

Knowing this construct…

The opposite of honor.

Simplified, some liken it.

To the sins of the father.

While most.

See it as crass.

I elect not to see an ass.

I beseech you.

Pull up your pants…

So that your expectations… Can follow.

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6 thoughts on “Falling down…

      1. At the end☺️ first I was thinking you were speaking metaphorically and then I got to the end. And then the kid I saw the other day came to mind, he had his pants belted under his butte. Lol.

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