The Affliction

What do I see when I look at you?
A tired face,
restless eyes,
endless aging freckles –
yet your arrogance has no idea
how exhausted you really are.
It barrels forward like the metaphorical
bull in a china shop
crushing hopes and dreams
and faith
degrading hearts to stone.
You really have no clue
how truly distressed you are,
do you?
Enough already!
Be gone you mass of whirling worry and fear and blindness.
I am tired of staring you down
into the depths of yet another soul
as you steal away to prey.
I pray too, ya know.

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