how strange it is to know that this lake is one great curve and that which seems strange has once been all I knew
walking away completely confused
What will you gain from this
why try to rekindle
if only you knew of the pyre
built upon harsh words
and lies, propagated
in two days,
that raged for weeks
months,
finally sent downstream
to those other murky waters
only to return,
a starved effigy of mistrust
ancient mace in hand,
to bludgeon all
i thought I had,
deserved or not
once again
Oh, how longing for clearer waters will only reveal the horrors beneath