A Few Simple Words.

[rewiiired]

Dissenting voices,
screams of protest, venomous damnation
before I even complete my thought,
albeit cumbersome,
perhaps a run-on,

so much for assistance
towards resolution

a hand I thought to be helping
instead slaps me across the face
yesterday I'd hold a candle, but today,
a single, solitary finger
one past the pointer, standing
tall into the ether,

how much a few simple
words can change...

revealing enemies hiding
behind the faces of friends.
Could there be another layer of skin to peel off
and what might I find beneath?

Hopefully something more true
than what they find behind my words,
between the lines
that link and then divide;

hopefully something warmer
than the frigid dark land of ice
they evidently imagine residing
behind my tainted eyes.