He Said
He Said
The silence he spoke,
A commentary in omission,
And the turned back.
He does not leave,
The point is driven more deep
In rigid remain.
An iron refusal he has become,
A negation,
Featureless now,
He is a silhouette in the flesh,
And just as mute.
The steel of his shoulders
Brooks nor accepts no appeal,
Yet here he stands,
Resolute as rock,
And as approachable.
Remaining is his comment,
One of you has ceased to exist,
And he has made the choice.
Your petition goes unheard,
Should you have dared,
But the set and square of this form
Allows for no attempt,
One may as well plead a wall
To become a door.
Yet it is none of this that snares the tongue, no…
It is the knowledge of the betrayal,
Of your betrayal,
Of disassociating yourself from trust,
A trust that was once complete and unsullied,
Cast away for selfish gain,
Not a mistake,
Once repeated,
A mistake becomes the pattern,
And the pattern was set.
And now you know the cost:
A turned back that will not face you again,
And won’t leave,
So that it remains in your sight,
Giving back nothing,
Because from it you took everything.
Enjoy the view…
Cliff Lake 3/3/2025
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