Forsaken

A voice without sound
Its intensity lost and
The seriousness of the predicament muted
Dissipated into the air
Like a suffocating fish struggling to breathe
Desperately miming in distress
Eyes wide like full moons rimmed with terror
A panic stricken face
Unseen in the darkness of the shadow
Cast by the sanctified silhouette
Tuned in to its other creations
Ignoring the rants of its problem child
Hair pulling hands flailing in desperation
To strike a nerve
Claw and slap for attention
Self-abuse the last resort
Recessed back to a childlike state
Fail to elicit the response desired and
The weeping continues with no avail
Truly forsaken settles into its consciousness
And elicits yet another attempt
To get back into
God’s good graces



(C) 2014 XMAR82 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED