God Gave me an inferiority......

God gave me an inferiority complex
God Gave you a Car.

Three chairs assembled neatly round an oak coffee table
Awaiting the arrival of three distinct men
One dressed in black
The other in white
And I the last of them.

Black entered first, carrying fear in his wake
Wrapped in his cloak of eternity’s night
White followed shortly
Peaceful, unspoken
Brightening the room with his light.          

We’d met before, I and these two men
The black had arrived by my bed
I stared for a while
At the ebony sight
Until I knew for sure that I was …

Meeting with a neighbour, the white from upstairs
He’d been absent when I’d been in strife
We arranged a meeting
The three of us then
To discuss this whole matter of life.

Unresolved

Hello sirs, I’d like to enquire as to why I’m here.
I don’t mean to complain
I find it never gets me anywhere
Far
For, in fairness
Carelessness is my only explanation for

Two brothers, of sorts
Both locked down by iron
By an anchor, immovable
To confined solitary
His chosen by him
A matter of conscience
Mine chosen by… someone.
Why don’t you tell me?

This brother… of sorts
He’ll wait in his cage
For another few years
Then continue to live
Yet I was strapped down
By iron thick blood
Hoping for a future
You were never to give.



White, would you tell me
It’s predestination
Or as a matter of course
Due to my own free will
For I don’t remember
Doing much worse than others
And yet you chose me
To become terribly ill.

And in the prime of my life, black
You arrived on my doorstep
Demanding to show me
Actuality
Yet why had you chosen
Me to creep ever closer to
When you had the choice
Of all humanity

Perhaps White, you would tell me
It benefits other
Well that I could accept
If it wasn’t for pain
Could you not have relieved me
In some way or other
That made my end easier
While you could still gain?

Resolute

I remain
Unconvinced
By their cryptic reply
That sometimes your answer
Is not black and white.