Prov. 21: 16 The man that wandereth out of the
way of understanding shall remain in the congregation of the dead.
My heart is unattended
I want to thank you all
For each having your own part
In allowing me to fall.
The whispers loud as thunder
The secrets a knife in the back
Silent thoughts that aren’t shared
the intimacy you lack.
Non-communication spills
the words across the floor
like marbles loose to wander
right out the open door.
I feel like I am poison
a venom to your soul,
I compromise your journey
as a constant nagging stroll.
I cannot remain in last place
when all others come ahead.
Lies become your fortress
With secrets you imbed.
Is this the life I see for myself
what happened til death do us part?
I saw my soul melt in your eyes
On the day you stole my heart.
I stand here unattended
Can someone here my cries.
Sweep me off the floor again
I’ll drink of all your lies.
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