My face captures nothing less
then a blank distant stare.
I have become blind and stumble.
Wondering if, what’s left of my
heart be spared. Punished for
being too honest and humble. Eyes
of the unforgiving look down with
a hateful glare.
My hearing and memory I thought
were to serve as my protector's,
But what kind of a protector,
really? Offering no stability
and disowning me, when I share
Shaking their heads and pointing
their fingers, My thoughts and
feelings comfort me not. While
the redundancy in my world painfully
lingers. Darkness has been planning
an evil plot. Making sure it’s lies
become even sweeter.
No words have I spoken truly been
heard, For I still feel this heavy
weight of not being understood.
Wicked hearts with angelic faces,
Intent to draw you into self- doubt
and far worse places.
I remain silent, but I feel as
though there is a mad man Screaming
and pulling it’s hair out inside.
Having no place to run to and nowhere
to hide. Wanting to put the insanity
to rest. Is it only possible upon ones
And what of this second coming? Could
it be already upon us? Will the eyes
from heaven, seeing all truth in
mankind be filled with disgust?
Because fear and guilt took place over
love and trust.
With eternal life at stake each and every
one until there is none,taken to a place
never to return or can be escaped. the
choice between love and hate. there will be
no mistakes only the final sealing of