In his rear-view mirror
he sees a stranger
on common land
The drenched figure he passed
with outstretched hand
He could've sworn he looked familiar
in his helpless demeanor
but names do not matter anymore
much less origins much less creed
Doubt is the only certainty
and mistrust the new law,
whispers indifference
as showers fall pots and pans
and the shorter he becomes
the stranger he seems
as the distance spans
He could be a killer or hijacker
says the wipers and windshield
over the low radio chatter
to the peeking side mirror
back over the growing distance
into the gaping detachment
like the stranger's disappearance
separating man from himself
Trust is a cursed well
whence the dead last drank
and just as they once were brothers
so strangers they become
and live each other by
It's a new day on common land
It's a new world
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Author:
Garth Rakumakoe (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 4th, 2021 02:01
- Category: Reflection
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Comments4
There is a great deal of truth in your words Garth, it is such a shame that trust is becoming eroded from our lives.
Andy
A sad shame indeed. Thank you for identifying, Andy.
'self-estranged'
what a brilliant wording of introspection excavated, meaning
identifying those self-impeding, traits
that go-on, to warp and curate
our as-yet, unwritten fate...
(Brilliant!
thanks for choosing to share)
I couldn't have said it better! You really got it! - Thank you for in depth understanding.
I think the last trust was the Police.
That basically leaves no one now.
We even trust our phones more than we trust each other.
Truthful insight of today's society. Trust used to be a given along with civility. Picked up many a stranded traveler in my youth without apprehension. Well done.
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