My tears flood out of my eyes in a serious rage
I attempt to calm myself only to end up in grief
Mourning for this world and for its lost people
They way they allowed fear and anger to consume them
And in great shame, this brokenness is inherited by the children
Disheveled hearts remain caught up in darkness
A hidden door that could lead to freedom
This world grew tired and has ceased to search for its great liberation
It has settle for the fraudulent joy that surrounds us
My heart grieves as this naivete persists to exist
We pretend to be happy amidst the evident gloom
How long do we choose to continue this charades?
We act just to hide the shame and the pain
Burying ourselves in the temporary high
Only to wake up in the trenches, drowning
My eyes swell up in realization of the sadness that creeps into my thoughts
Will we ever be better?
Can we ever be healed?
When will we put down the mask and the costumes?
Is it too late to be real in a society rooted in pretensions?
I want to stop this crying and anxiety
And that’s when He reaches to my tired eyes, wipes my tears and reminds me of the Truth that has set me free
I found the door that leads to freedom
I turn the knob and forward, I am free.
10:51 PM October 5, 2013