Clouded Vision

trembling, frustration overcoming fear
sitting at the table, like a seance
by all means let’s raise the ghost
a toast to the venerated
but I’m vulnerable
and liable to speak through the vapors
the mist that clouds their vision

can you not see what I saw?
not even for a moment
glimpse the cuts and jabs
that went too deep for repair

so a little longer, mediocrity dwells
no raised fists with the raised glasses
some pictures can be edited
no truths to be told
just buried
so they can be happy
with the things they cannot change