an open letter

this is an open letter
one which i suspect
will bounce right off
the other's noggin
to fall clattering
upon the cellar floor

why choose to write ?
why then speak at all ?
i cannot answer this
it seems the lesser of the sins
at least to bear my soul
if i don't reveal
this profound concern
how may i serve at all ?
i hear your plea for help
hidden neath those words
whenever you express yourself
it's like a mournful cry
though others may not hear
and likely cannot see
these eyes and ears 
are finely tuned
to one such as thee
it's not what it is you say
but how the words are spoken
that pains this lover's heart

i must be still
and let you be
however you might suffer
i pray for thee
that in your time
you may cease to rage
there is no victory to gain
from that war
you choose to wage
there is no way
to embrace the light
while sword and shield
are still in hand

the enemy is
at the gate
it has always
been this way
no matter how dark
appears the night
tis ever followed
by light of day