Misplaced Compassion
Misplaced Compassion
He has committed the most heinous crime
people are filled with repugnance and repelled
Condemnatory and hostile words are spat out
many say he is beyond redemption
I know him, but not well, once an acquaintance
years have passed since we first and last met
I neither liked nor disliked him
he seemed cheerful, confident and vivacious
Sentenced to fifteen years in prison
he is a broken man, unable to look people in the eye
Shame has wrapped her cloak about him
he cries for anonymity, if not more
In a brief span of time he has aged
forlorn, head cowed with vacant contrition
He has been led away to self imposed misery
no ounce of comfort, no crumb of compassion
I am moved to reach out to him in his torment
a spirit of solace presses upon my soul
He is incarcerated, should I go to him
to offer myself as some comfort in a sea of despair
kJ Walker
Mon 12th Mar 2018 19:31
Ha. I couldn't have been more wrong. I was so sure you'd go.
Cheers Kevin