Darkness and Light
DARKNESS AND LIGHT
My friend, you seek to wound
With a knife, sharpened from
Bile-imbued speech,
Twisting through to the heart's fragility.
A life bleeds crimson into weeping
Earth and you, smirking
Wantonly out from
Behind an artificial facade,
Barely able to conceal the suppressed pain
Inside your blighted frame.
You mock the inconvenient
Before blinkered eyes -
That which accords not with the acceptable,
In adherence to rules, laid down
From an unmoved tradition.
You need the skeletal framework
Of structure and routine
To bolster an inadequate existence;
Familiar only with restrictive darkness,
You hate difference or variation,
The obscure smothering attempts
To discover the glaringly obvious.
Yet still you wound me at the fork in the road,
As though it's your life's work to do so,
I now speak the truth in my defence,
Succeeding to deflect your arrows
With the impenetrable shield of love.
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