Cesspool Occupied By The Trustless

I didn’t know I stepped into a cesspool

Making a statement to her

Which ended up back to him

Because she couldn’t be trusted

He bitterly annihilated me

Claimed I didn’t offer him a chance

He didn’t offer me one either

I wasn’t fishing for one

In what he considered brilliant prose

He misconfigured me

With violence that men of a certain type do

Both of them write of violence

Of a certain temper they are

I, pacifist, shrug, always wising up in trust.

I wasn’t invested in their story

but they’ve taught me much.


end 12/17/2016

S. Darlington

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