THE PAIN OF KNOWING.

The silence, angst, anger.

My heart’s hurt knows no bounds.

Power’s abuse, corrupting devils,

Blood wept to sanctify this turgid evil,

Where are my angels in my suffering?

The torment…So much torment…

I stand alone in my cause, in my KNOWING.

The blindness of others, a torture unto themselves,

Where are the angels in their suffering?

To find fault, to falter,

Not my place.

It’s not their fault, after all…