The Boringbug

It has been a year,
has it not,
when you last saw me,
met me and heard from me,
away
from the tumultuous days
of perplexity,
perpetual gaslighting,
in an era of has beens,
you remember , do you not?
The constant victimisation,
where the men were to be blamed,
why not?

A year away,
from the days of trickery, debauchery,
and treachery,
leading a whirlwind ride
to neverland,
a place of dubiousness,
where men have to bear the stress,
you remember, do you not?
Be a man, you said.

You remember,
the constant
comparison to the people in
your life, to the ghosts of your past,
ignoring the countless plea,
the painless scream of
a soul which stood by,
in thick and thin,
but reached you not!
Men do not complain,
you said, remember?

The months and nights of
of factoring, positioning,
and supporting, all
unrecognised,
because gameship
and tests were of priority,
why would it not be,
your friends had a say
where you could not,
after all,
men are all the same,
you said, remember
not?

Days in and days out,
checking, picking up the pieces
of this little heart,
trailing the bread crumbs
you left behind,
sweeping and cleaning the
deeds of yours,
believing every words released
from that blasphemous voice
of yours,
remember not, taking the
advantage of this gullible
mind?
Men do not cry, you said!

Ah! You and your constant victimisation, because men are men,
represent pillars of strength,
the provider, while
you emptied the peace and comfort
which I offered,
remember?
Learn from the men
of your past, you instructed!

You do remember,
do you not, as I lay afloat,
through the crests and troughs,
sailing in the unchartered
territories of psychological
warfare,
accepting each and every
condition laid upon?
It is a man’s world, you said
while demeaning me in public,
remember?

It is funny how frail
the memory be, as I notice
your demeanor, demeaning this
one speck which stood by
when your family and friends
hid in the mist,
your palm sprawling across
the cheeks, your trauma raining
down on me,
remember?
A man does not feel pain,
you said!

Funny, how your emotions
held relevance against
the rights, independance, and zen
of others,
why not,
bleaching, screaching,
and emptying everything
one has is a man’s job,
remember?
Men do not complain,
you said!

It has been a year,
I remember,
it is a man’s world,
be a man, you said!

– (c)boringbug