No Hands of a Rogue

"...All is not forgiven in an unpleasant and challenging environment..." - a poem.

Life so requires strategy, faith, and connections
with people, places, and institutions –
where the unwanted, deprived and lost souls
recapture these items is not with
great pain and useless pride,
but with carefully gauged bearings
and raw truths.

Do not become needy, hurt and empty,
for the hands of a rogue
can touch no healthy fixtures
and sense no rehabilitating fixes.

All is not forgiven
in an unpleasant and challenging environment.
The rogue boasts nothing but
shameless pride and obscure, unskilled,
unfiltered energies.