Everything gone wrong,
Left to our own human devices,
The world what we make of it,
What we wish in our deepest–
Our darkest–
Moments of hubris.
And then we dare to ask
For the help we turned away.
We make demands and rail against
The One we scorned in the heights
Of our mortal delusions.
***
You imagine it
A thing of light and loveliness?
Can you picture
The distinctly crystalline sharpness,
Comprehend
The unfeeling, deadly wanting?
There is such terrible, horrific bitterness–
Joy
To be caught, grasped, strangled.
Perhaps
It is a cold, frightful sort of beauty,
If only you could stand to behold it,
Lingering
In the darkness.
***
Hypocrisy hides in humor,
Disguises barbed feelings
In clever wording and
Ringing tones of laughter.
But a closer look
Reveals the hurtful intent
That is fully rotten at the core.
***
Time,
Ever cruel,
Inconspicuous
In his passing, yet
Looming
At his reckoning.
***
Support is more than words.
The best of your intentions
Are not enough,
Never enough.
To save the day,
To endure the pain,
To come out ahead
And become whole–
Nothing less than action will suffice.
Sacrifice your all
On the altar of indifference,
Or step aside,
Watching from the sidelines
With your useless goodwill.
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Inkling
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