If it is an admission you want,

the words of guilt, the declaration

of remorse and complex

self reproach, then you,

my friend,

haven’t been listening to a word I have said.

Then again why would you,

why would you even lip read,

or give me lip service,

my apology, if that is what you require,

is not for you, it is too my soul

for having allowed myself

to fall into your clutches in the first place,

to sit and be mentally abused

and raped by simpering

contempt dressed in kindness;

if on the other hand you await

with glee my demise,

my long journey into night time shadow

then you will have a long and miserable

wait, for I intend to spill no blood…

yours or mine…

just yet.

 

Ian D. Hall 2016