What anger is in your stare,
You're in such a state of despair
A way of life lived in secrecy, deceit and suspicion
Now it's claiming another victim.
I can read you're mind like an open book
But with every word, sentence and look
I see the paranoia creep across your, yet gentle face
I fear time is running out to save you and make you safe
The journey of attrition, sinking ever deeper,
With tendrils like some foul creeper
Encompassing your soul; tightening its grip
To become a misconceived bargaining chip.
Cutting off your nose to spite your face
You'll end up hating the whole human race
How sad that you want to go through this phase
Just because you're too stubborn and proud to communicate.
Everything viewed in a poisonous way,
The world and his uncle will now have a price to pay.
How sad your view of life will become
When you see us all as just some scum.
I pray for your release and return to peace
©Kris Prevel
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