The Meddler's Poem by Melvina Germain

Wilt thou not allow me solace,
a place of peace to resonate,
in the confines of innocence.
Thou discounts the probability
of friendship and paint a torch
of a burning flame that has not
ignited.

Thine recognition fears the intervention
placed upon me as I sit between and betwixt.
A fear that should never have birthed.
I was in the womb of comfort and ripped
like a berry from a vine.
An ugly violation stabbed from behind.

Sitting laden ed with distrust, gazing
through a window pane, watching the
rain drizzle as the breeze of harmony
no longer exists. Society with it's
sociological disorders impedes the innocence
of ones intentions. Hence becoming vengeful
toward loved ones and friends.

So many color's of life intervene as they
integrate many scenes. We may see red,
as the burning torch of meddlers who tear
down a happy interlude, a minute joy, a
place of solace for true friendship.

Charged, I return a no guilty plea as I
will not stand accountable for ones imagination.
No I stand steadfast and shall bask in the
lonely temple where no one can infiltrate,
where I alone have the power to lock the gate.

I say to you, who dare to trudge beneath the
veil of truth. Choose your words well, think of
the heart song and speak not of fabrication but
yet etch the words of truth upon the wall. Fear
not what might be, rest in peace of what is.

Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: June 1-0/2012