'Robin Garbutt' by Sean Bw Parker
Fact from the Fiction
Wafting round me like a toxic smoke
following me always as a long black cloak.
The horrific takes hold, for I don’t know why
firing me to this point – where I almost died.
I cannot digest it, can’t make it make sense.
There must be a reason, and it must be immense.
Did they really believe that they romantically loved me?
Could they have thought that? Was their experience ‘true’ psychologically?
Maybe of course they have really suffered
at the hands of a man who they thought mattered.
If so, then we need to offer compassion.
Though misdirected, the stories were rational.
Surely the law needs to be able to root out
the fact from the fiction, though I don’t know how
because we’re in a time where all complainers will be believed
and tragically for all, justice cannot be achieved.
Not A Number
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