Who
Among
The many..
Would
Offer
Their
Truth..
Of a
Pain
So complete
That
Waking moments
Are
Absorbed
In
The lust
For
A pre-meditated
Means
To accelerate
The end
Every detail
Every nuance
Savoured
And
Caressed
As the
Lover
That promises
A
Lasting
Analgesia
He
Is
Judge
Jury & Executioner
She
Is
Abyssmal
Malaise
Bullet, Gun & Assassin
They
Wear
A mask
That offers
Comfort
To
Those looking on
Despite
It offering
Them
Nothing of
The kind
They
Are stunned
&
Profoundly
Disappointed
By
The inane
Exchanges
On the pursed lips
of
Passers by
Knowing
It
Has never
Mattered
and
It most
Certainly
Will
Never
Matter
To them
Again
Imagine
A contempt
So
All encompassing
Prevailing
Belief
To
Utter
A word
Conjures
Terror
Of
Inevitable
Repulsion
Contribution
to
Humanity
Considered
Obliterate
The
Gene pool
No
Longer
An
Unmerited tax
Upon
Collective
Airspace
Bone & sinew
Offered
To the clay
Do
You know
Such a
Pain
Surrounds
You?
Would you..
Could you..
Listen?
Not
Fix
Judge
Shame
Diminish
Project
Compare
Could
You
Take time
From your
"Busy"
TO LISTEN?
Or will
You
Continue
To
Rush headlong
Through
Cross-walks
Intersections
With
More regard
For your
Agenda
Than
To
Human Life
Afraid
That to
Stop
&
Listen
Will
Allow
Your
Own pain
(only a half-step)
Behind you
To
Over-take
You!
Is
Your
Denial
&
Disassociation
More
Associated
With
Resolution
or
Exacerbation?
Will
You
Reconsider
Before
Your
Indifference
Knocks
On
Your door?
R. O'Neill (December 18, 2018)
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