My dear,
You are fragile and I am here,
And although fragile you may be,
You still stand here next to me
In agitation
Asking the writing desk
How it resembles the raven...

I have been used to making out my own truths,
To fill gaps in sentences not of my own words,
To blame myself for the ones I assume,
And to blame myself for those that I misassume,

But what I must assume is that it is not my place to begin to assume,
Nor is it my place to assume what I cannot presume.

The failure to have a courageous opponent with words of his own
Has led me into a battle with words of my own,
Taking myself as my worst foe.
I am the injured and I am the victor
For they have given me no audience and no show.