Bruises

I should have said earlier
But then now seems late
To open to you a few words
That missed in our earlier discussions
As we passed through your biography
And the many times you stopped
To conceal the skulls
That life had made out of you

Did you note the flinch on my eyes
Every time you mentioned him
As you put the blame on him in bid to rescue
Your 'angelic' nature?
And victorious spectator you were
That never participated in that life_

Poor you, some streaks of the mess
Bruised you as you sat in the stadium
But lets say you participated
You chose his invitation
Why pretend goodness
You farthened his badness
Anyway, he was tyrant maybe

I would have said of the abortion
That started right from your dreams
As you aborted his visions
Claiming you needed marriage
Short-circuiting his vision and so the morale to
And his good morals that you had seen
Intertwined with bad morals that you met then
Died

I tell you of his loss
That i never said earlier
And the brokenness that you claim damages

He had dreams too;
That you never took any value but your mission
Sorry that the mission was aborted and the mess
Within you

But aren't you the cause?
Did you value the man's dreams
You would have guided
And possibly averting both losses.