Established

Disguised

Useless.

Bark, century-thick

Leaning away from- Him.

And the ‘who’ is irrelevant

There is none.

There is just a wall

A guilt-laden wall

Unclimbable.

Greyed lavender

Giving its all

To one-sided intent

Slamming short,

The ruler here is untouchable

Victory-less

As there is nothing to win.

Nothing to fight

Established.

Owned. In this madness

Chosen, the abuse has merit

To preside over the stale accusations

Making them relevant. Course ground

To have caked on what was never

My belief to begin with.

“These rules…” Take them

Eat them…

Make them You.

And for what?

To cater to the diagnosis

Of a blurred victim, who

Lost sight of a world that was yanked

At birth? At birth? At birth…

Do you hear that? Who could

Call themselves ‘Mother’

While having a hand

In that?