Shadows

DISILLUSIONED

25 DISILLUSIONED So much time has come and gone And still I muse at your behaviour: To condemn without hearing the “Accused” out? And to claim we Had been what we were. After this Odyssey On me imposed by man Through which I plodded, My life became a lonely bloody cell With metaphysical bars restraining: Victim of charity, Victim of humility. Thoughts of friends like you Gave me hope and the will To live. My prayers have Ripped open holes in the walls Of my physical, mental, and emotional Cage, letting me out again to smile, In apprehension though. To you my friend, I rushed Excited your intellectual depths My plight will fathom and with Understanding, how I imagined With teary eyes this “prodigal” you Will embrace and celebrate My journey back from the dead Free at last from Chthonia’s 26 Fangs of exploitation and torture. Yet, when I stretched out my hands for help From beneath the stygian deep You pulled back without any care, Baptizing my effort ‘welcome but belated.’ And I am left hanging, betrayed where I Trusted, even as I wonder at such a disposition Where before I saw beauty, intelligence And what I took for genuine concern. Indeed life is an intricate mesh Sometimes woven into bizarre patterns of Time, emotions, and experiences. I have learned and will continue In my endeavour, human kind to understand. The lawn is green and beautiful, I will not let A browning patch destroy that knowledge. ...