words.

letters collected.

arranged.

shared on walls of expression.

isolated,

their meaning easily misconstrued.

however,

with implication of intent,

become either bullets of betrayal,

or bastions of benevolence.

how easily we fall victim to promises of emancipation.

with just the flicker of light,

we assume the darkness no longer our captor.

surely there is nothing more unfair than fear.

to long for morning when confined in prisons of night.

to long for waking from nightmares of despair.

to imagine daybreak.

Summer sun.

peace…

by what authority do you designate – hate?

who held your hand on the book of truth –

recited proclamations of presume?

i find it oh-so-hard,

to sit in audience of defamation –

constrained by chains of inconsideration,

unable to declare authority –

in courtrooms of suppose…