The Blame, Is Mine
The occurrence of darkness; a peril created
A wait to safety, disturbed by immorality
Red streaks that watched, pounced
Defences attempted in vain, to injure
A cowardly sprint, leaving a courageous spirit grounded.
Blame shifts, before a word is heard
Comment I offer little, for my conscience is worn
An act of desperation does not excuse an act of choice
Alone I left you, to cling onto another
The perpetrator hurt you; I was no different.
A kick you had landed, offering minimal reprieve
The faze settled rapidly, as a grasp became a push
An item taken, an intent accomplished
The bystander that watched, acted only to depart
Your life in danger, because of a claimed care.
Comfort could not be offered, to adrenaline
Marked palms had only increased your might
A document signed to the incompetent
Your unsteadiness, evoking atrocious smirks from protectors
My duty to you failed, to criticize others.
Clarity is found, through replayed thoughts
The scars beneath, show trauma
Decisions made poorly, a prelude
The conveyance of the message, causing my arms to tighten
Water that thickens; blood that thins.
Copyright © Keshan Govender | Year Posted 2017
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