With no kindness,
Comes no fear.
With the blindness,
Comes no tear.
You are party to the few.
It didn’t seem I fitted,
They wanted me committed.
Always rational and polite,
Depending on,
Your point of view.
De-rated and berated,
I shattered their illusions.
You can draw,
Your own conclusions.
I paid my debts in lieu.
What I’ve given,
What I lost.
I don’t count the cost.
Still driven, unforgiven.
Where am I going to?
A verse once shed,
That has not bled,
Deserves no recognition.
A figment of imagination,
Adieu.
