Backsurge

Today he looks down at me
smirks
thirsty,
i am unknowing, but reason
creates its own explanatory
vision,
purpose
in his admonishing gaze
hateful he remains small and
further
distant
he is backing away, I am
evil for years of goading
instant
cruelty
your crutch a crutch, for
making me a better man.
Shower
down -
pity in this revealing place
demeaning now for me.
Sorry.