Thought Fifty Seven


Thy bitter sting.

I was surprised how much betrayal hurt. That terrible stinging sensation that spins you away into a dark place where acts of violence are not only possible but probable.

Mostly likely done without thought of the damage that it might do to others. For political gain in a swamp infested with leather skinned gators. While the birds that perch upon their backs parrot back these untruths in their squawking voices of fear.

It leads me to wonder where I too have maligned others. Have I walked a mile in their shoes that I might know the pain and fear that they have walked in?

I will think upon these things when I too am tempted to reply in ego. For a single small stone tossed into a calm lake creates a ripple that may cross the world and cause untold damage to persons unknown.

My ex-wife has maligned me, bore false witness against me, lied in court, and much more. But I no longer wish to speak of her or her misdeeds and functions of evil. Life is meant to be lived, to be enjoyed, to stretch and grow, to laugh and love, to cry and morn, to be.

This I shall do. For I am the Wolf. My friends and family are Pac.

In this the White Desert…



Author: Robertus Invictus Maximus

Walking alone, in this the white desert.

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