Embittered Communication – a poem about…….
I recall the times you told the stories with prominence we knelt in unison, simultaneously ingesting your dogmatic views questions formed, silently burning me inside a world of conflict sin was manufactured, keeping us in line and obediently curious.
Fundamental justification juxtaposed, against an individual ideology painful retribution administered to those in doubt souls cast forth without hesitation or heartfelt consideration punished, and separated from the flock – to wander in darkness.
There was a time when your words did fit, but I let them disappear suffocated in your world so real, unaware of the damage caused I gave myself, so you’d make me holy – shaping myself in your image then you let me fall into your web of lies, flailing me as if cursed.
These battered bones, they did fall – into the dust of indiscretion resolute, they did regrow – to formulate feelings of normal desire I found love – which was so pure, not clouded by your second guessing then they revealed me – free from your embittered communication.
In time you fell – succumbing to the flesh, unable to suppress your lechery denying the form, through sermons shared, you retained the hold of brainwashed minds, so weakened by – obsession with blind devotion yet, you were seen – to commit sin, no chance to blame another.
Your degeneracy was kept well hidden, swept aside with minimal ease then in your place, another stood – to share the same blinkered direction re-connect – the flock and herd them in, reignite the faith that has been battered no surprise, as they walk in line, happy to live with indoctrination.