Found By A Malevolent Wind
Found by a Malevolent Wind
They found me
Dangling from rope,
They found me sitting asleep
In baths of blood,
They found me a bitter and
Abrasive man, prickly
With contempt for all
They had done,
They found my words
Incredibly short from
Stunted years of growth,
They found me ill
And unavailable for comment.
They found that,
I was telling the truth all along
And they understood my bitterness
But still, some brayed my guts
A loathing, and wished a passing
Of this life,
They found,
They didn’t like my truth
And wished I would go away
Or shut up or take a holiday
To hell and never come back,
(they may just get their wish).
To be honest yet again
To be blunt,
Only those wishing to lose
What they have endured go lost,
And on being found;
A wishful thinking that the world
Will change and give each of us
A chance, but all is no avail.
They found what they were looking
For no less, no more
Than just a man who only craved
Understanding,
They found what they were looking
For, now they understand how
This being arrived at his destination,
Now there are no greetings for his failing
Mind, his failing life,
And not one, want to listen
To the torture anymore.
Michael J Waite 7th December 2011.
