shadowland

The betrayal he knew growing up,
left a blue haze,
still quietly enshrouding his soul,
not abating with time, therapy, pills or faith.
as if his ability to reason clearly was taken from him,
His suffering unattainable,
He can't even embrace it,
even it is vague...
This opaque shadowland where Diablo's cold breezes blow..
where no one feels difference,
where relativity rules the reader,
and there are no absolutes other than fear and false pride,
Love and Truth are entirely other..
Lord have mercy..

wkm
Nashville
for another friend, please pray..