There will come a time when my patience
will be tried enough; when I will no longer abide
the thoughts that you share…right now, I still care.
Each word you dispense reveals something new
where lies shift the truth that you choose to believe.
We still can’t conceive when you turned so outspoken;
and your “like-minded folks,” now a minimal few,
while your friends beg the question “What happened to you?”
Who knew such discourse ran through your veins?
How deep-set the anger and the disdain.
How closed is the mind that is blind to the hatred
deluding yourself in your world, antiquated.
That you share what you do, just another sad token
and a testament to just how badly we’re broken.
© Ginny Brannan 2020