Desperate Distractions
I'll take any drug
to heal my pretending shrug.
I'll drink any drink
to give me courage not to think.
I'll run far away
so there's no time to see my decay.
I'll cry out in tears
but there's no hiding from my fears.
I'll find God
maybe then I won't be so flawed,
because I want to be whole,
because the truth eats at my soul.
If I just touch His garment's hem
then I won't painfully condemn
the monster I hate the most:
the torture that is my haunting ghost.
By: Chelsea P. Stone
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