Sam Silva

 

 

 

A Different Kind of Judgement

 

I spent years

silent

in my abuse,

yet reaching out concerned

for all of the love and friendship

in our souls

which was not there.

 

Time comes a million ways

you see

...success is also poverty

...the seeds you sowed

wreaked havoc

on a proud, but weekend state.

 

You learned from my humility

...I learned from my indignity

...the separate apples which we ate

...you imagine some communion which we share!

 

And the truth

about a certain state of grace

is the painful self forgiveness

in a vain and tearful mirror image

in a mildly anguished face

 

...not that you were saved

nor even damned

by the golden paths so paved

 

but that long ago

I simply

ceased to care.

 

 

 

Sam Silva © 2011