dear Bully,
can you hear me, will you let me near
without snarling or barking fear
have the years been kind or is bitter reverie, your last remaining friend
do you still grab and throttle, those you thought: you could not befriend
do you now see that same goading menace, in other’s
dare you recognise true darkness, before it gathers
when that Moon blinks judgement through your window
do you run to hide, in your mind’s meadow
can you allow a weakling’s touch to untangle - that twisted rage
will you let gentle fingers guide - you back, from that lonely ledge
have you ever tried to forgive, that horror reflection
dare you ask forgiveness, of those you subjected: to devastating affliction
do you remember why
will you allow someone, to try
if, you’ve reached this far
and feel tremors in your splintering dam
reach out - try and flow, with this mellow tempo
grab that hand, that waits
to help you through those jagged paths: within regret…
© L. B. Mek
June 2020