My heart is calloused.
I scream.
It turns away.
My soul knows
the truth.
My strength is
misled
sometimes.
It's my heart,
my mind,
that does not
understand.
My body,
therefore,
is misconstrued,
rebellious.
It angers me
to know
but
not to do.
I die.
and I cannot love
because
my heart is calloused.
An inner strength,
Jesus,
shows me the truth.
Yet, I remain stubborn
unyielding
lost
I stand alone
it is my fault.
My voice is gone
My hands are useless
But, my eyes,
they see my wrong
and that is all.
I scream
an empty plea
I pray for help.
I do not understand
I cannot comprehend.
I remain stubborn
with a will
I do not want
Release me. Let me go.
I want salvation.
But, I do not move.
I am frozen
in a conflict
that will destroy me
and still I remain
silent, unmoving.
I watch my death
sealing itself
and I remain
still
Why?
written by Ben Brick
This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.
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