Stranger

Sometimes you aren't aware how much your own actions can effect someone else. I've recently been in a position of terrible power taking almost everything away from someone who hardly deserved it. 

And the worst of all is being powerless to assist. I'm being vague deliberately but my work at the moment is forcing me to confront a lot of terrible realities and unfortunately at the moment to do something I consider wrong and bad. In this poem I'm trying to imagine how that person might be feeling, so here it is my newest poem "stranger".

Stranger

I took it all away

All away from a stranger

A Vagabond destined to roam in BMWs by the river

I took it all away

I'm the target 

I'm the enemy of your everything stranger

I'll shatter your relationships

Just with pen and paper

Worst of all stranger 

I'll happily take the cheque

Turning over the pages of other lives

Just as briskly and as carelessly

Where to now stranger

There is no compassion here

No remorse to nurse 

No hope

There is only time, stranger

Time and the dollar

What's yours is mine 

What's yours is always mine 

Stranger

I'm the ghoul that haunts your memories

The mistakable shade wandering

The paths you write 

Of your own turmoil

I am that which is called justice

For stranger there is none 

And the man in black has come

The scythe sways to detach 

Each limb each morsel 

Silent shining relentless