Stranger

September 16, 2014 at 9:37 pm (philosophy, sociology) (, , )

So, unknown friend, I take you at your word
and will not hear dissuasion, the refrain
of neighbours wielding helpful threat of sword.
My should-know-better, life-encrusted brain
says just accept, and may be wrong again.

Oh unknown friend with cheated eyes that speak
of pain and fear in sad and dungeoned face;
failed expectations drag the path you keep,
and I alone will stoop to match your pace.
Don’t net me in disaster in your place.

No, unknown friend, there will not be a way,
redemption is for younger fools than me,
to come back from betrayal, so, I pray,
be sure upon your feet and let me see
by truth and care, how friendly you may be.

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3 Comments

  1. nobodysreadingme said,

    life-encrusted brain is a neat turn of phrase. This sounds a bit more jaundiced than even your usual output
    πŸ˜‰

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