The Sorrowing....

The Sorrowing....

I will feel not pity for your kind
As you follow glibly behind
Your paths chosen with such foolishness
Unbidden and with avoidance
I observe hungrily and silent
Humbled as fateful frustrations
Cascade chaotically about me
While resigned understanding lends guidance
The decisions to be taken
And the risks that are welcomed
Fair-weathered tidings I greet openly
With the pure disdain they deserve
Whilst with repetitive destiny
You all unite against that same silence
Foul minds forever held in a mutual slumber
Your devious deeds  are wrapped
Enshrined with each morning-tide
Back-turned and focus combined
The twisted whisperings become deafening
But I feel not remorse
Nor yet shall I seek vindication
For the changes that have driven
As my blood breaks and simmers
My own frowns of despair cause
Such sad and obvious discomfort
No apologies will I ever present
Nor could they ever suffice
As my lips stay tight and pursed
To your pointing and ineffective name-calling
Familiar accusations run riot
To justify somehow your guilt
Of the failings clearly apparent to me
Yet you lay hidden behind each
Pathetic moment as grief
Grimly overflows from my chest
In my helpless and inconsolable abandon
I am left floundering in my abyss
With crowing and black murder
Like plotters at death's only row
And the noose all gathered tightly
I willingly take leave of each of you
No more will I deem to counter
For your worth is of inconsequence
And forevermore lost to me
Nor will I regret anything as I pass you by
The poison inscribed burns no more
No matter the evenings how received
I feel nothing but utter disbelief now
At your cowardly word-mongering
Herd-succumbing obedience
Triple unity is pointless
As you attempt to convince one another
That the one shall be outcast finally
How cheap and how dirty are your mouths
With little meaning nor true portent forthcoming
Such insignificant salivating drivel
As you strive to justify worthless beliefs
I watch the sad and lonely days as you sit
Inane, uncaring, unloved and all-cowering
As the formality beckons and calls
In amateurish oblivion you steal
Precious time from me and my own
You damage all and surrounding
To the constant betrayals of the greedy
A single voice beseeches for all done
And calls still strongly for the fair  
Never destined to comply to your antiquated ideals
Will ever stand in perception's delicate awe
And with such sorrowed vision
At the fake and the lazy-hearted
The hours and sheer time-wronged
In uncaring and sly compositions
As the young look on hopeful and needy
And lay trust in those grasping  hands lined
With feckless inconsistency
Forgotten and selfishly insincere
Counting only for personal gains
Not for quality nor reason
As you turn to your end days
Thoughtlessly transparent
But for the sheer ease of process
I face impossible barriers always
To become a mere master suffices not
To betroth some future goal is too late
As I contemplate your consistent failings
I  blame you not for the unknowing
Such is the vision squandered
That runs unhindered thro my very thoughts
For when sweet time moves me
I shall wash away all self doubts
And  consider worth and words and wisdom carefully
As eventually you tumble deeper
Into the lonely pool of your own contrivance
Yet with calm I sincerely mourn you
For you will never know better
No matter the lessons on offer
You shall ne'er become closer I see
Nor with such obvious  judgement clouding
I will remember your bitterness in parting
I wish only that the desperate times
Are not left by your uncaring and self-sustaining
Deficient and  all-destroying
Encompassing and all most costly
Stories that you run and convey
I move on a willing journey these days
In my own path of true building
And ne'er shall I acknowledge ever
The true nature of your deceitfulness
For you can be nothing more to me
And I relish deeply, so intrinsically  within
How I grow now from your poor choices
I live on now enriched and thankful
And forever grateful at your most costly expense
And if our paths should on some future day cross
I will harbour no grudge for you
For the gratitude on this day yet to come
I find irony in recognition
That you will finally surpass all expectations
That no matter what
That no matter where
I will always hold true that which
You can never steal from me again.