Such Scented Sickening Cinnamon
This was supposed to be the time of his life
lighting votive candles,
such scented sickening cinnamon
shadows crawling across the wall
blowing out a sulfurous match
staining beneath finger nails
Straining to hear the angry repertoire
playing the blame game again
not of their particular mindset
God is not without a sense of humor
or so it seems
sends the mind reeling
Descend into the darkest recesses
past childhood sugary excesses
alone in a space
not unlike a solitary cell
watch them play out their trickery
while he is in hell
Reviled and ridiculed
retreating into himself
farther and further removed
from the asinine and their self righteous 'proof'
lost in an unremarkable guise,
underneath this sorry roof
Belief can be some motivational tool
plying back and forth between two fools
lying before God,family and friends
watching family relationships
crumbling to an end
never flexible enough to bend...
mathiasthom
written 8/13/09
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