Jacqueline collier

Written in 2023/OCT

It wasn’t the way that I meant it
if my generosity seemed self-centred,
when my arms couldn’t carry
all the goodness of the world.

Was it my mistake or your demise?
I tried to write your alibies,
supported your delusions
’cause I thought you might get something right.

But truth cut deep into your darkness,
showed how much your fear had hardened,
guided by confusion,
an illusion that the dead had starred in.

And I know of your fragile nature,
I should have let my voice grow fainter,
I should have left you to your own devices.
‘Cause now I bare the blame for all your crises.

And should you disappear tonight,
by God, let freedom clear your sight.