Closer than any friend?
Or more like a heat-seeking missile…
I see you as you really are
How does it feel?
A hamlet nestled beside a winding river slow
a wooden bridge built long ago
a tavern where the mead is sweet
the nightingale playing down the street
Then flood and draught
fires and thunder
yellow haze of smoke
hot stuff wherever I go…
I even found a peace offering
a mere pittance it would have cost
for one of those God-fearing women
you can easily afford
You could change your way of thinking
Make yourself a whole new set of rules
Remember when you called upon the Son
and He answered with an embrace?
Why do you want to bring Richard back to life?
Can’t you just let us be?
Could you take those clammy hands off my family and me?
The toxic days are over
No private concentration camp to oversee
No vortex of the evil eye
to encircle me…
with sullen face and clenched jaw
gnashing of teeth as they lie in wait and then
attempt to strike
poison by increments…
No more…it’s over…
you’re not getting a free pass
I thought I suffered all alone
only to find that a stranger
known for being strange
was screaming and yelling about my plight
to the world
and asking me
‘how does it feeeel’…
Whatever is concealed
is being revealed
will everyone now see the real you?
One thing I wonder…could you be
a victim too?
Update August 5, 2021
It occurred to me that it might help to understand my reference to “Richard” by sharing this post…