Circumspect under sufferance

We sit on the fringes of each others lives. The pebble thrown in the waters near your island of self sends ripples to my shores that break and cease, moving not a stone.

A boulder comes crashing through, unexpectedly from the side. The waves gouge sand from coast, tear kelp from seabed, drag flotsam back to sea. The distractions that once diverted your attention loose significance in the wake of such violence.

On the other side of the channel, my shoreline alters as the waves draw sand to the sea. I see you battered, I see you torn and know that this time, something has changed at a fundamentally karmic level. The universe has shifted and I can’t see how it can possibly move back. I am angry, but it does no good to voice it. The boulder can’t be put back on the cliff. I am sad; for the damage to your heart, for the loss of my rose tinted glasses. I am frustrated; there is nothing I can do or say to change what should never have happened. All I can do is stand with you.

BASIS

You thought he didn’t matter
One man, you chose to judge,
Not knowing how
Not caring why
He treads a narrow path.
A face unknown, you took a view
Painted not with brush your own,
Never questioning the source that fed
Such wretched, wrangled rot.
A name you’d heard from source maligned
In contexts not your own,
Convinced yourself of righteous stance
To justify your mind;
A baseless crime, no foresight used,
Your defiant coward’s shield
Is crumbling in the face of one
Who never meant you harm.
Your error is the simplest one
(In this you’re not alone) –
You failed to know the man within
To brand foe without the facts;
Your failure marks your ignorance …
His blood now stains your badge.
Scum
The only word I’ll use
For “peacekeepers” such as you.
This is why he trusts not your ilk
You foolish, spiteful grunt!