Unless you’ve lived the hurt, you may not know how it is
to walk in the melancholy, in a world such as his.
The pull of the persuasive; those things of degrees
not seen by the onlooker who boldly agrees
the inward matches the outward, as they peer at the skin
of the withering man wrapped up in that sin.
Mistaken, they are, as they assume he is bound
by a devil of choice and an evil surround.
He is so very fragile, and regarded as weak
with actions they define and the words he won’t speak.
“He is not saved, just look at his way!”
Their words push him to medicate at the end of each day.
Carefully so careless, the good see him as bad,
but God calls him his child, and knows why he’s sad.
HE saw what the punishers did, during the youth of the man,
with their verbal abuse and commanding backhand.
He saw the deep sorrow that caused him to fear
the promises now whispered in his desecrated ear.
“Always drunk, always numb!” They love to take away
what’s left of a soul they claim isn’t saved.
What hope did he have? What price did he pay?
The good people took his life, way before his final day.
He was only last here, but first when time came,
in a kingdom where rest and peace do remain.