Common Courtesy

Courtesy costs nothing to house...

Common Courtesy

Could you ever find in your hardened heart,
masterfully hidden beyond the shadows,
an inkling of common courtesy?

Your shrewd appraisal of
all that I hold dear has caused
me to diminish as a human.

Common courtesy. Yes.
Bleed it dry, for it will supply what
you need to sustain decency.

Courtesy costs nothing to house,
but when offered to another
pays a great return.

Stepping out only means
stumbling about
as if in a drunken haze.

But no.
I shall not be
thrown to the wolves.

I have made corrections,
let go of mishaps
and am focused ahead.

Still, I find myself
half-naked in a
world full of suits.

You have spat upon my spirit
with your discouraging, berating
phrases and your heavy hand.

Even as I try to put thoughts to paper,
I am belittled by the words
coming from your eyes.