Sunday, January 25, 2015


dearest sir.

i sat at the table. as they slandered you.
not terribly. but enough that i wanted to tell them they were wrong.
i wanted to clear your good name.
it wasnt your fault that youre blinded.

i couldnt even open my mouth to do so.
in that, im sorry. i should have.
i should have said what needed to be said.
i shouldnt let them have said anything about you.

i saw to much today. more than i asked to see.
in fact i asked to not be told anything at all.
but the people that would be, didnt keep it from my eyes
although i asked. i did..

i dont envy you.
being on the inside looking out.
i dont envy you one bit.
you cant see it.
you cant feel it.
the change. the shift.

when you do though.
when you realize the change was so much bigger than what you wanted.
i hate to think that it will be to late.
so i will hold out hope.
that you make it out alive.
in tact.


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