I Know You Well

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I Know You Well

By Tony DeLorger © 2014


I hear you, your brash voice echoing,

alluding to my fall from grace,

and yet you tremble within your own defiance,

malicious anger, fervent ranting and no control,

beating your chest in the pretence of dominance,

to alleviate your pained denial of inadequacy.


How familiar you are in your spite,

your acid eruptions and flaccid character,

only bearing further evidence of a chard mind,

etched with pain and abandonment,

and in recompense your gnarled claws

always ready to draw the blood of truth.


Dear friend, I know you well,

suffering in your crusty shell, within those impenetrable walls,

that must divide you from all that has promise and a heart to love,

so that you may not taint the potential of souls,

so you may not seduce purity to comply,

with a twisted and masochistic agenda.


I know you and what you are, so fragile in truth,

yet brazen and contentious you stand,

for all that you have lost and been denied,

and now strike at any resounding proof of it,

perilously close to self-loathing and the realisation

that you are not a paragon of righteous intent.


Instead my friend, you are lost within confusion,

between what you think you are and what you are in truth,

spiteful, arrogant, always right, superior and malicious,

none too wholesome in a world bleeding for love,

and you, believing your own rhetoric, oblivious,

lost in your own world of being a victim.


I know you well, and can do nothing for you,

you make this clear in your vile actions and disdain,

and I set you free to somehow find peace within your hell,

created by you, maintained by you and probably relished,

in some saga of human endurance and survival,

but two steps behind the real world.


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Tony DeLorger 2 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

Thanks Brenda, so glad you liked it. Thanks for dropping by and taking the time to comment.


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Tony DeLorger 2 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia Author

Glad you appreciated it MsDora. Thanks you for your kindness and feedback. Have a great day


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Bk42author 2 years ago from New York

Beautifully written. At some point in our lives I think we've all known someone trapped in that place. You capture that state of mind perfectly.


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MsDora 2 years ago from The Caribbean

Sounds like an address to the devil, but there are also people like that who have nothing to offer but discouragement. "I set you free to somehow find peace within your hell." That line also sets the innocent free to terminate the "friendship." Great poetry!

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