To you,
should you see yourself.
You who speaks of illusion, who never tires, ferreting out every shred of human decency wherever it still turns not it’s back on you; you who avails yourself of the generosity of strangers and even the very ones you have harmed; you with the lie on your lips and the log in your eye; you of a thousand dreams turned to nightmares.
You. Leave us alone.
You will find no more mercy here, no listeners for your story, your story of half-truths and poisons not disclosed but quickly injected.
You will find only determination here, only commitment, just unwavering holding of the truth.
You will find a light to see well by, showing in great starkness what you carry.
There is no need to convince you of anything, for sense cannot be made to one like you. Only a banishing of you to the aloneness you dance with. You will find, maybe not so long from now, that your aloneness is not pretty, nor tragic, nor alluring. You will cry out then, as you never have in all your crying out, for there will be nothing inside you, no comfort, just your demons that you have fed all your life. The feeding at the table of others lives.
Be on notice—there is no room here for the self-damned that you are. And I will not be damned as well.
I will not be.
Never.
Be on your way, ride out the dragon you love so, but only do it elsewhere. I ride a different way, and am one of the lucky ones. Coveting anything of me or mine is an error.
As you have no respect for anyone you have harmed, or anyone at all, even for life itself, I cannot appeal to your sense of it. So I tell you instead, just be gone. Leave me; leave all of us, in peace. The one thing you will bring no one, ever, and the one thing we all need. Peace.
Hard won, I’ll not turn loose of it for any price. Better to risk the look of cruelty in my address of you, than spend a moment more in my life willingly suffering the curses you bring.
Be gone, and come no more.
