What ails you,
my old friend?
The ills of a
Time and Place
Of which I am perhaps
the only healthy resident.
What Hell have
you returned from?
One beyond
imagining or description.
Challenge me to
fathom it, my friend.
Not only was I
disadvantaged by a fellow human being,
Something I’d
not considered yet to have been possible of fate,
But it was done
so without warrant,
Deliberately, in
conspiracy against me,
By those whom
I’d trusted most to value my integrity
And not as a
means towards some private ends,
But part and
parcel with my Heart,
Whose longings
were pruned and watered by those same critics,
I believing them
to have done so out of consideration for my Virtue,
And with only
those private ends to try to justify it.
No such evil had
I known before,
The only
superior of which I’ve known since
Has been this:
that I am somehow blamed
For the sins of
others against me
When it was my
virtue and my own pursuit of it
Alongside those
I trusted virtuously,
(For they’d fed
me lies about my character)
That produced
this fate in tandem with their
Shameful and
depraving vice.
Dm.A.A.
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