Blame | Spoken word poetry

Written and Directed by Ivar Äkke
Camera operator: Markus Andero Grubnik
Actors: Ivar Äkke, Sebastian Mikael Magagni
One, two, three, four
I'm fighting a dumb war.
Five, six, seven, eight
My mind has started to deteriorate.
Imagine a world with eternal contentment
Impossible. Why?
Delusional guy.
Our brains are wired to crave.
To always feel a certain resentment
Towards what we've claimed
That money can't buy.
A wry remark from the subconscious
Makes us second-guess our entire lane.
Have I really been knocked unconscious
By what I thought was keeping me sane.
A faint gaze into the soul of the demon
That's covering my thoughts in intense haze.
A blank page, start over from zero
Spring into action, cease shifting the blame.
Self-loathing, self-hatred.
A cycle difficult to break.
A quiet echo from deep inside
Keeps convincing me pain is my fate.
"You'll never be great, you'll never make a difference"
Fear of failure keeps things from being different
Hear and rejoice, for a monster's there to guide you.
Hear and rejoice, for the villain inside you.
Sane, sane, insane
Shift the blame, blame, blame
It's your fate, fate, fate
To break.
Spare me from your toxic tales
They're lacking truth and lacking substance
My heart may be so very frail
But there will always be a reluctance
To succumb to your hate
To fall for your lies
I will challenge my fate
And if nothing survives
At least I can lie down
Knowing I tried.
25.01.2023

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A beautiful piece, the poetry and images are great!