Who am I? Then secondly, who am I to him?
Who is he to me? And then finally, who is he?
I find my space occupied and drowning
in a conundrum that holds me vexed.
A man. A friend. An acquaintance,
has found himself, caught up
in the space of an unbelievable violation.
Can I help? Should I help?
given transgressions and hypocrisy’s
innocent until proven
but truly guilty until innocence is proven
biased doctrines stuck in my rhetoric
leaving a friend upon a cross
to be abandoned and crucified.
Integrity is missing, and presumed dead.