I'll Buy
You were willed the family homestead.
The price was that Eden drained from your eyes.
A life so weighted now
that it began cracking the mind.
Battling things real and imagined.
Praising Jesus, while keeping company with darker things.
Sanity is running on empty.
You're shaking hands with hatchets.
Making deals with death.
Your soul is in disintegration mode.
I've tossed you a line many times.
Only to be ignored many times.
Perhaps the line was too thin; I apologize.
Perhaps you were too arrogant; you'd never apologize.
Either way, I had to flee the friendship.
When your darkest color bled into mine.
Those goblins are advancing on the old homestead.
Perched upon the broken fence.
My dear dying friend,
It's too late to patch or mend when there is no cloth left.
Let's have lunch in the next life. I'll buy.
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