jan-u-wine - A Kindly Friend

A Kindly Friend

- jan-u-wine

I cannot trust
to you
any longer.

I awake
in the night
and feel
your eyes
upon me.

In all
the long,
weary hours
of the day,
there,
still,
you are:

speaking
where
you aught
not,
helping
where your
help
is not needed.

I do not
wish
to hear
more
voices,
nor
receive from
your hand
that which
I might
command
for myself.

You may well cry,
for I have seen
through you
at last.

I know
what you want
and why
you are here.

Be off.

I am not
moved
by your tears.

What kind
words
would it suit you to have me say?

Good Master
Samwise,
this is not
yourblue-skied Shire….

nor I
the kindly friend you thought
you knew.