POETIC JUSTICE
They're all a cleansing for a jumbled mind
a brushing of cobwebs and molded dew
that genus Saprolegnia we find
deep in the very darkest part of you;
releasing of the energy in rage
that's multiplied by love or love gone wrong
escape from life that has become a cage
or clinging to what you have loved so long.
In other words, what only you can see,
in people as they look at you and stare
they're wondering "why do you look at me?"
and never recognize what you are seeing there.
But you have truth they'll never understand
what God has made is going as it's planned.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
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