I want to be sorry for dropping the rope, but i’m not
there’s a darkness in your heart that has long gone to rot.
The saviour of the broken is a charismatic role
created for those that crave the devils burning hole.
Not all want to be saved, your words are a waste,
some of us want only for teeny tiny taste.
The weakest see the most yet their strength goes unseen,
they understand the words you utter and what the silence means.
Karen Hayward ©2015.