for every deception
there comes a moment
of unwillingness
a moment of unclarity
where whatever falseness
lays in wait to be discovered
there hides the revelation
that the fooler will become the fooled
that the convincer will become convinced
to put his contrivances aside
and believe in something
that would never make sense out loud.
i know better
and still
Regret
clenches at my heart
radiating rage
my blood festers
i clench my teeth
and bite down on all the words
that would reveal
me
weak.
Is it Age which has tarnished this man?
loosened his tongue?
lessened his morals?
degraded his respect?
diminished his kindness?
Has wear and tear and time done its deed?
No….only that irrepressible bitterness of life
and its thorny, barren path.
Do i hate this one now?
No, not hate…after all that has gone by…
struggled and survived.
No, not hate…no, not a lot…just a little.
Ungratefulness is a nettle-laden venom
inflaming all those who are no less weaker than you.
see how selfish one is to remember:
only his errors, his faults
his stumblings-grumblings-bumblings
his wandering and oft lost thoughts…
see how my finger points…how my words sting,
even when inside i am only hurt because
i let the finger point and the words sting…
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