The Lawyer
He has surely amassed over
the years the qualifications to pose
as a psychologist, a social worker
having worked his conscience to
its utmost in seemingly empathetic
appeal quite as though understanding
(though the complexities yet puzzle him)
the vicissitudes of intimate human
interaction; the manner in which love,
trust, respect and perseverance in the
adversity of human misunderstanding
so swiftly transforms into emotions
of disappointment, vitriol, and anguish
with hatred waiting in the wings so that
family cohesion is in disarray while
bruised egos and pained feelings
unerringly guide once-caring
parents and their grown offspring
into opposite corners of a stage
brimming with resentment, the
intention to snip the struts of the
last connecting bridge and write
inheritance out of the last sad and
sorry will, testament to failure in
the will to sunder ties that bind.
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Tuesday, February 7, 2017
Labels:
Poetry
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