Her hair hung down in ashen curls,
on skin all snowy white.
Hazel eyes adorned her face,
her collar buttoned tight.
A rosary wrapped around her hands,
on which countless prayers were raised,
a gift from Mom, to a little girl,
that lasted all her days.
Cowering in fear
a life without meaning
my purpose in vain
exist without feeling
I turn up the music
to the threshold of pain
drown out the voices
all shackled in chains
Don’t know where to go
there’s nowhere to hide
’cause you can’t run
from the monster inside
the first brick fell
the wall soon followed
the inside shown
as not but hollow
I’m sick of my life owning me,
the things that I have done.
It seems I want to run away,
from the person I’ve become.
I’ve never been one for long goodbyes,
feigning sentiment that’s full of lies.
Our paths separate as we reason why,
time divides and friendships die.
When God asks you a question
it definitely gets your attention.
When He asks, “Do you trust me?”
it takes it to a whole new level.
Tonight, my spouse and I watched
another episode of Early Edition,
season two, entitled
“Angels and Devils”.
Each moment,
although a mere fraction of time,
contains a lifetime lived.
Many seem content to walk
when they are made to fly
And though I walked among them
my dreams were in the sky
Long after the war has ended,
it rages in our hearts.
Continually choosing sides,
is driving us apart.
Finding some small difference,
separates the two.
In the war of us and them,
it’s time for us to choose.