What you could not be, You chose to malign, Giving form to your worst self, Preening in self-righteous pride.
Trying to erase from another's path, Leaves only dirty prints; The envy marked in the depth of your hasty strokes. Your silent treatments, covert ostracizations, overt hypocrisy, Give your games away, Your streaks shining brightly.
It does not escape notice.
Deep down, you know your ways are weak. Finding solace in a flock of your peers, Commiserating, gossiping, targeting, Attempting to peel off layers From the next unsuspecting admirer of your facade.
Your entrapments are unimaginative - Lure the prey with saccharine sweetness, Pump them with hollow praise, Make them pregnant with debts of favors, Then move in for the kill, When your inflated ego suffers A fictitious blow. You strike with complete disregard for the aftermath of broken ideals.
You continue ploughing through the masses, One victim at a time, Oblivious to the havoc you wreak.
Are those demons chasing you or are you the chaser?
Karma, my friends, is relentless. Just when you thought you got away, In it seeps with the full vengeance of the ones you wronged, Whose feelings you trampled, As though they were discarded, lifeless leaves. Did your ears deceive you as you stomped by? Were you not deafened by the shattered crystals, That will never come back together the way they were?
On the day you are forced to take a good look, What stares back at you is enshrined in A fake house of love. Lacking the authenticity Your survivors have learnt to weave. Your tears of loneliness will go unnoticed, As those you thought friends Have drifted on to the more ornate keystone.
When you look up, you find the one you spurned in the worst way, Standing tall, in forgiveness, lending you a hand. Not in friendship or in love, but as one who embodies the elixir of humanity. Ashamed, but desperate, and with a hint of arrogance, you reach out. And as you touch her hand, You accept a moral debt, A lifetime of repentance will not repay.
The true keystone, rarely discovered, needs no adornment.
- mh (c) January 2016