Unfocused

Unfocus the centre, I’ll stare at the edges, I will not seesaw down so that you can be up. I will not mask lies so that you can breathe, I will not choke so you think that you’re right. Beneath all the scribbles the words are still clear, held up to the window the message shines through. I’ll pull the curtains and stand in the shadows. Is it all worth it to stand on a chair? To look down from above not even knowing you wear a blindfold and never will see. Checkmate, it’s your move, I won’t surrender.