The Man in White

I married the pen 
To escape your tyranny,
Fleeing into the night 
In a moment of ecstasy. 

Just so I would forget
The pain you slid beneath,
Hushed whispers and murmurs 
As I cried to God for relief.

Prayers were never answered,
Lies became generally given,
Sliding off forked tongues,
Dripping with acidic venom.

Stealing from the hurt,
You worthless little crook.
Dictating the meek
To fatten that checkbook. 

I wish you would know
The diagnosis you try to “heal”.
But maybe I’m wishing too much,
Believing that you could feel.

Never in my life
Have I hated so much. 
Congratulations you take the cake,
Repulsing me without a touch.

M. L. Michael 
11·14·01

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