The Wisdom to Know the Difference

[dmtimney]

There is no glory in this, no
joy to be extracted in dragged

down conversation, and while I
acknowledge the invitation,
I refuse the battle.

You are not yourself or any self I
knew or care to and I pity you
the pain of venom that you
swallowed more than spit-

bed to wallow, wallow to bed
searching for someone to blame
under a beer stained pillow.

It wasn't what you did or
how you did it, but that you
could that pierced my skin.

We all come to our turns, empty
ourselves to make room for more.
You wished me less

and I am gone, my heart gone
with me. You could not steal home
as you intended. It was just a place

with vacant rooms and dull echoes;
a past that left of its own accord
with no more will to return than I
to answer, except to say

I forgive you yourself.

[wavemaker9 (Rick D.)]

Whoa Donna. These word strains were never meant to pass through your light. I'm saddened.
Rick