Abusive Power

Behind the door that closes lives a world full of lies Where every sunny day rains only dry empty skies God always answers with sincere nothing in replies Within the rooms of locked doors the soul slowly dies Tempting almost glamorous feeding on the weak Soon to be so wrapped up and scared to even speak Turning all into servants timid, mindful, and meek Now left holding life without a paddle up creek Terrifying the net that they have covering far and wide Bewildered, scared, or even dead all access is denied A false sense of entitlement and a fake ass sort of pride Abusive power at it's best playing the fence on both sides bmdavey@03/22/18