I suppose that I had only one visitor last night that was brave enough to comment on the post and I thank her for her courage. It was just a little temporary rage… sort of… temporary… well… maybe not exactly temporary… Oh, alright… it’s ingrained in my soul and will never leave… but the rage has now passed… Temporarily. However, tonight’s post approaches a subject that will always invoke rage within me.
Absence of Malice
The rhymes had vanished.
The door was left ajar from their escape.
The music echoed softly,
As if it was a part of the mistake.
Taking too much time
Stalling any form of reparation
Justice truly blind,
Adding to the state of desperation.
Truths had gone awry,
As if the blood had somehow disappeared.
Footprints by the door,
Belonging to the one who persevered.
Glass from broken mirrors
Reflecting broken hearts upon the wall.
Scattered shards of light
Casting shadows of their dreams before the fall.
Nothing stopped the tears
For those left standing naked in the rain.
Absence of malice,
For no one’s left to wear the mark of Cain.
Copyright © 2014 Steven Michael Sanders
Don’t let the shadows of your dreams
Leave you standing naked in the rain…..
Have a peaceful evening!