silver linings not shown to me,

I was blind and festered away in a hole of nothingness,

declining in my self-separation,

outliving my own narrative,

I seldom see what the eyes of myself grant me,

talented in the art of not giving a fuck until the last moment,

I wanted nothing less than a spiritual uprising,

weathered within the spillage of time,

pointing a finger not mine,

I spoke words not of laughter,

but of hate,

I performed deeds of desperation,

when all I needed to do,

was wait…