Unable to love
is the worst cut of all
temptation to offer
a soul beckoned call
while mistaken for greed
by fouled misdeeds
Intentions are purest
when innocence leads
though the lonely heart
makes frail decisions
while drowning in
a sea of derision
soon barely afloat
on ones own wishes
the mob and the jury
seek spectacle hurried
those people just hate
only lusting for power
they seek out the lesser
the tremblers the cowards
for the weak nerves awry
while bravado alluring
behind those soft eyes
their hatred is yearning
from a distance afar
may look dark or invisible
yet traversing the moat
of the castle invincible
to find once inside
the door shuts behind
never seen it coming
to them you are blind
NOW vengeance begins
each step you draw closer
karma clutches your skin
and seals the way in
no chance of escape
no hope for return
the ignorant ally
replaced with slow burns
and the path back to life
it never returns.
SO….
be cautious, be patient
they await your demise
its the job of the mob
to remove your disguise
once they lock on
theres no more reprise
so tread with great care
with mindful awareness
their burden to bear
is your’s in the end
let their demons go home
for they’ll never be friends
– With love –