Feb
The Man of Misdirection…
He numbs the world
By distance and space,
Or rapid-fire toxic waste
In the form of abuse
From chemical substance.
He quietly walks
Thru doors of his own choosing
And leaves the others behind
That are open wide
For the taking.
If he only knew
That we still see inside
How we would hew
The best of his pride
A change cannot come
Without pain’s clear expression
But he still hides
The truth of all of his distraction
How we long to assist
The one of our intentions
How we wish he would reach out
For friendship’s love extensions
Our fear is he will die
Before our intervention
But Heaven wants better
Than mere weak observation
May God protect
The man of misdirection
Until the day comes
Of a heart’s resurrection.
Monday’s Post: What does baba mean? And what’s the new Word of the Week?
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