(I'll admit, it's kinda lame. But every word is a heart-felt response to an event that occurred late Friday morning)
I wish it wasn’t 3am
so that the silence wasn’t deafening
And in friends and tasks and internet
My sorrow would be drowned
For on late nights like these
When the internet’s down
All my friends are resting and
My motivation’s gone
The haunting ache of loneliness
Comes with shame and hatred’s song
“FAILURE!”
“FAKE!”
“PHONEY!”
They scream, cutting to the core
And would be friends
Cause wounds too deep
Their venom’s left to steep
Blind guides shout heresies
And my fragile soul is shattered
Beneath their angry feet
For a moment I see the truth
Hidden behind a mask
One of hurt and wounds
Affecting every task
Anger fades as compassion returns
But precious trust is gone,
And a bleeding wound still here
Left for someone else to cure
In another time, another place
God will extend us both a grace
And in heaven we will heal
So tonight I let you go
Your failures, imperfections and fears
Away from my wrath
Held safely in God’s grasp
First blog post
10 years ago
