Darkness and Light

DARKNESS AND LIGHT My friend, you seek to wound With a knife, sharpened from Bile-imbued speech, Twisting through to the heart's fragility. A life bleeds crimson into weeping Earth and you, smirking Wantonly out from Behind an artificial facade, Barely able to conceal the suppressed pain Inside your blighted frame. You mock the inconvenient Before blinkered eyes - That which accords not with the acceptable, In adherence to rules, laid down From an unmoved tradition. You need the skeletal framework Of structure and routine To bolster an inadequate existence; Familiar only with restrictive darkness, You hate difference or variation, The obscure smothering attempts To discover the glaringly obvious. Yet still you wound me at the fork in the road, As though it's your life's work to do so, I now speak the truth in my defence, Succeeding to deflect your arrows With the impenetrable shield of love.