c100.php A Crowd Called Aspersion

I am being accused of something

I cannot disprove

By people whose faces

I cannot see

Because…

They stand in the shadow of

A crowd called aspersion

And yet…

I feel vindicated,

Within myself,

Knowing that I

Perhaps I alone

Know the truth

That…

Regardless of the nay sayers

Who gather together to try to

Sling mud against my reputation

They do not understand that…

It is not my reputation

that they cannot tarnish

but rather….

My character….

I stand alone and yet…

I feel a presence

One that assures me…

You are not alone.