this post for you.
the many that stopped along their journey to pick up stones.
irrelevant,
i suppose,
assignment of conduct as predetermined –
defined –
painstakingly deliberate.
regardless the supposition –
in spite of deference of arbitration –
you chose to throw opinion into the chasm of my demise.
contrived.
maliciously ostentatious.
your character defined by absence of even a glimmer of humanity.
conspicuously infantile,
i listen to you speak to acts of reconciliation for my sins –
recompense required to rectify my resistance to your (implied) authority.
and even as i grasp for option of absolution,
i feel the weight of intolerance crushing apathetically my refuge of hope.
and from your eyes –
blank stare.
from which no light dare enter,
or if detained,
escape…
standing too close to the edge 