THEY LIVE HERE OR DO THEY

They hammer me in the most notable of disguises:

Cheer

Childishness

Joy

Patience

These cover the reality of their,

ignorance,

angst,

arrogance,

defiance,

obstruction,

I have traveled as an unwilling wayfarer before.

Not again.

My face is bruised from their stuffing it.

My heart is sore from their false self-righteousness.

My social truth is sore from their ill-mannered trampling.

Like worms they eat away the foundations of civility.

Like cancer in their ignorance of goodness they give the villain the go ahead.

They have brought me gifts:

Pain,

Shame,

Dread,

Weariness,

Doubt,

Insecurity,

Denial,

Worthlessness,

From them I must flee.

Where do I go?

How do I go?

When do I go?

They are stealing my last days as if they amounted to nothing!

I have but few compared to them in normalcy.

They are stealing those, one by one.

They use these tools:

Control,

Arrogance,

Distraction,

Falsehoods,

Empty Promises,

Slang,

A faith cut and sewn to fit their needs.

A way that seems right to them but in the end is death.

Pride and False Joy win again and remains blind to their trophies!

God help us All!