concern,
or obligation?
compassion,
or prayer for judgment?
i hear you speak words of sympathy in regard to incarceration of addiction.
and yet i fail to feel conviction in your offering of feigned commiseration.
i suppose,
to understand the is of someone’s habit,
one must have lived the was of their own.
presumptuous,
don’t you think,
alms offered for atonement of sins supposed?
on what platform of implied accommodation do you feel justified offering allegiance?
prayers i hear –
utterance of intercession.
yet there you stand –
un-kneeled –
eyes un-closed,
hands un-folded.
and from the words you speak –
no consolation,
no reprieve.
to enter heaven crawling –
pleading mercy –
unclothed of all but humility;
more appropriate ending to my life –
than concealed in robes of presume,
carried ceremoniously unaffected
down the corridors of hell…
standing too close to the edge 