Love and Fear (and the Confusion in Between)
Love and fear
And the confusion
In between the lines
Of unbelief and faith
Led down by a green mile
Of self-incarceration
With thickening walls
Trapped in the prison
Cells of our brains
Is the inability
Or unwillingness
To act prudently
Stumbling on shortsighted
Hope rotting and wilting
From social commentary
Swinging tongues of swords
In the mirk and mire
Of an endless grudge
Drawing lines
In the sandbox
Of prideful pillars
Or too quick to fall
Into passive holes
With frightened minds
Preying on fractured hearts
Led by false wisdom
Bowing to the gods
Of pseudo peace
And circular reasoning
Strangled by a noose
Of isolated imagination
The temples of blindness
Crying against the chaos
Lies an increasing
Chasm of fear
Blurred by fists filled
With a disturbing
Indifference for our neighbor
When all this time
On the opposing cliff
Above the confusion
[Also published in this month's Synchronized Chaos.]
If only perfect love could spread as quickly as a
pandemic. - David A. Douglas
