Walk away

Dearest world, 

I walk past her home, small gates with no actual purpose, blossoming flowers with no smile, a door that has been built to keep the rough world out, when the poor actuality is, it is in.

Can you see she’s a wretched sin?

I numb myself with a hymn.
I tell myself that its okay some of us were born to pain, while others to simply live in disdain.
I am not one like the world, I live alone.
No hate, no prey.
But watch me as the wind blow away….
I may be out drifting abouts but within me, there’ll be no one to know the weight or the date or the gates.
For her heart was always filled with hate.
Though now it be quite late, I say to her, dearest lady of pretend oh you are juste so great, you cannot escape your tainted faith.

I frown with such debate.

Au Revoir Maman,

Simply Kate

Ps. A memoir