To Your Weakness Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

rhyme sans rhythm
seeing the needs
returning my sight
somethings no longer of
any one vision, torn, slashed
reasoning unknown, and of the
selfless, screaming nightmare
more than once dreamed …
Questioning "them, " you see
their insides burning, and where
‘will' is not … death by assertion
is with flesh taking flight; shattered
to all imaginations … me, once pure
that image, that betrayal, and pain
so refusing, selfless, selfish suffering
blind too, yet the visionary; some thing
imaginary; and why the exceptions?
Fallen, as dusty mold, and turned
into scrap; just that, an ordinary
fact! An oyster on the half shell
heated, pleading to be eaten
begging you to listen carefully
and be attentive to your weakness …