Cover your eyes, Shut your ears, Close your mouth, and be Quiet
With my calm cool breath I cannot even speak a
single word. I am too overwhelmed with the unjust world around me. As
if I hadn't seen it before, but this time it is different. This time it
is too much to look over my shoulder and shake my had at the walking
sinner cross my path when I know I too am responisible for my own sins.
But when all it too much for the soul of a child to bear, who do I turn
to rest my head and settle my tear stained face. It seems I have about
one option left, and I am not in the slightest always able to talk to
her. Our lives are so far apart, I am just so thankful that she would
make the effort to see a clumsy fool such as me. As for the
others...there are some what of a differing story. As for the Father,
he wouldn't speak to his son if his own life depended on it. Instead he
assumes everything about the boy and speaks with the rest of the world
about it, as if he would never know or care. Yet everyday the pain of
missing a father gets worse and worse. She is also no different, the
most difficult of people, she controls the every thought of the Father
like a child who's parent cannot take their attention away from. He is
there for a different cause but helps me each and every day to regain
every last ounce of sanity that I can get. Last is her...For her either
the problems are there and gone in the next second or the questions are
far too much to ask, it is too much of a struggle to show humanity and
weakness. So I sit waiting to fall, every day coming closer and closer
to the breaking point and about to hit the floor of the room shaking
and unable to think what will happen next, who has me when I dont even
have myself. Who would listen and respond and try to understand the
words I speak, instead of reading them like a blank paper to throw away
when they are done.... Who is there anymore?