obscured

Stones and sorrow in the third part;

What used to be a heart

Now a den to keep the pieces-

Broken, rejected and spat upon.

These days you teach -

You preach a pyramid scheme of forgiveness-

Where you use the sacred book

To illustrate its need

All the while holding the razor

That sliced me open.

Oh yes, oh yes

Amen....

And one day I will learn

To forgive.

Forgive the friend who sliced

And diced and laughed

And blamed

The blood on me.

And I’ll be free;

Ripped apart and free,

Like a tattered flag,

A standard of failed communication,

Knowing you to be too consumed

To ever hear my voice;

To ever acknowledge your choice.