by Carrie K. Hutchens
I call into the night begging to know why truth is used as a sword to pierce my heart, as lies dance in such delight. Oh such delight. Such dancing. Such laughter to reek against the skies and shatter the goodness of all thought.
The tears blind me. My cheeks burn. The sobs of betrayal so intense to crush any hope that might have ever been or might to ever be.
Is there even a chance of tomorrow for me?
The soft voices of offer give guise.
Sweet words of hopeful promise tease each breath ever given this day or even before. Who said they were not to be what they were meant to be?
Is there even a chance of today for me?
I cry within the night begging to know why truth is so readily dismissed and why lies are left to feast and devour.
Who called this banquet to tease and to test this humble servant of the Lord of all good? Who indeed blessed this evil offense and in glee grabs a stolen win?
Is there even a chance of a moment for me?
Is there a tomorrow to come or has it been taken in celebration of still another soul left to wither in agonizing pain of truth crushed and no justice to remain?
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