Soliloquy

Someone, my mother, once asked me how come she ended up so bitter. Those prone to scoring points, manipulation and petty revenge can end up like that. It seems like a good idea at the time but then karma kicks in.

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But for a moment’s thought

The balance of the world

Hinges

 

The insistent stories we paint

Have lives of their own, becoming

Demons

 

As stark cold winter’s nights

Drawn in on our vanity

Shadows

 

The eiderdown quilts we stitched

For to show only to others

Shrouds

 

The patchwork fields of pride

Mere whimsy of our own

Indifference

 

The steak and kidney pie

Pierces life to the core

Fatally

 

The dark vampires of mind

Suck deep the realities

Dry

 

The trophies on the mantle

Gather only dust and spiders

Hollow

 

Now to watch consequence

Unfold its pages, before us

Decades

 

The never ending story of

Each tart spiteful action, ever

Bittersweet

 

No tonic or Juniper here

Unripe quince on the tongue

Smart

 

Yet clever brings no comfort

To the fabric’s weave

Unravelled

 

Spinning jenny has dropped the thread

And there is no more wool

To knit

 

Only the mirror pond

Before our eyes rippling in

Pain

 

And to know inside that it is our razor

That made such a terrible cut,

Expensive

 

For what collateral the life of another

To score scores coronary deep

For points

 

What sweet bargains made

In the vision of cataract blind can

Recompense

 

All the anguish inflicted

Upon the most hated world so

Justified

 

And in the bowers of distortion

Bending facts so as at night to

Sleep

 

Whilst core cuts burrs

Of as yet denied knowing

Harsh

 

Such a burden to hang leaden

Heavy beyond pretence possible

Unfolding

 

Likes of this would not I bear

Pointing fingers into eyes

Blinding worlds

 

But for a moment’s thought

The balance of the world

Hinges