Scribbled Thoughts

C and T

decorated with two lines

that announce your illness

of a disease that almost broke the world

but now is an annoying inconvenience,

not even worthy of a day off

or extra caution.

Frozen presence

forces us to stand still,

breathe, witness,

wait until heat can melt

away the stillness.

A moment to stop,

whether we have time to

or not.

Rehearsing words and accusations,

finding the perfect balance of stern

but respectful.

Over and over it circles in your head,

unable to sleep,

so that when the time comes

to act you’re too exhausted

to try anymore.

The telltale sign of yellow

confirms favouritism

and convenience is at play.

Thoughts of confrontation

cause a weary defeat,

knowing it will make

no difference.

Oi, you, come here

and be my scapegoat again.

Blaming the one actually

responsible is too much effort

and hard work.

With you I can just ignore any

protests and say my lecture

with no guilt,

because you’re not a real person,

right? Quiet people never are.

Sign this and take the blame,

then I can walk away whistling

for a job well done

while you are left an emotional

wreck, wondering why you bother.

23:68

Explore me,

run your hands through my centre

and uncover my essence,

my sanity.

Look at my surface

then delve deeper

and understand why

I am who I am

and, hopefully,

you will

love me

with that knowledge.

Acknowledgement is blame,

to enlighten is to admit guilt.

Better to stay silent

so you can’t be accussed

for another’s crime.