trapped ... suffocating ...
no one can hear my cries
hidden behind
a carefully molded smile;
should they hear,
would they care?
knee-deep in all the lies they swear.
the sheer contradiction
of the words
they carelessly
sling about:
oblivious to the wounds they leave
in their wake.
oh, Father ... how I loathe them
for all they steal and take.
remind me,
O Creator,
how lowly I truly am
that the love of Christ
will overtake me ... oozing from me,
for them.
