Question by Poppy: This is a bit of a long one, if you have the time to read it?
What do you think?

You say that I’m abrasive now,
a rusty spanner in your works
Sandpapering your skin, oh how
I wish you didn’t need me still,
although you do and always will

I was a cog before I flew,
the oil that kept your movements smooth
and steady, then I looked at you
and saw my future, saw my end
I saw my path begin to bend

Away from you I knew I’d grow,
of course still bound by our shared roots
that’s something I cannot let go
You know that it was killing me
A sapling dies by shade from trees

In my defence I kept it up,
that damn machine that broke my back
I like to think I held a cup
when looked inside appeared quite full
…but god your kickbacks cut awful

I didn’t jump like how you said
at any opportunity
I only rushed to save my head
from destiny’s sharp guillotine,
it spooked me with its looming gleam

So tell me that I turned my back,
but don’t point to the ones in yours
I shifted to a better track
An eagle cannot just devolve
into a dove when blood’s involved

I came back and I squashed your nest
Oh, eagle, you’re not welcome here
Revert back to what you know best
You’re wounded and I am the sand
so deep within your bleeding hand

Then don’t keep pressing on the point
I gained when all my sides were filed
And couldn’t get into the joint
(So guarded by square-looking pegs)
I’d fit in if I were to beg…
Devolve, as in the opposite of evolve.

Best answer:

Answer by Matt
It’s very thought provoking. It moved me to read you piece. Thank you.

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