that road

that road
would it make me a hypocrite
to say you will make
a good pharisee?

i have been busy
cleaning detritus
from my eyes
and it is becoming
too clear
what you are
really made of

i know you live
in the grip of fear
i am sorry
i have walked your road
it leads to a poisoned well
filled with trash and corpses
and the stench of sulfur
and never ending fire
i cannot walk that way with you
if i return there i will die
and that is not
the sacrifice i am meant to make

will you listen
if i call you back
to the land of milk and honey?

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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