The Foolish Death

I desperately yearn for the eyes of deception to become unveiled, It’s as if I have the money to get you out of jail on bail, But you turn away in disbelief, Not realizing you’re headed for eternal grief, I have the script, the perfect medication, To heal you from your symptoms of spiritual sedation, Yet you tell me I am not a physician, And that you don’t need to come into submission, Then I see you poor and starving on a roadside, With eyes filled with tears and a heart occupied with pride, This time I offer you a blank check, With skepticism you turn your rigid neck, Never even looking to see if what I said was real, Just festering in all your pain, hurt and fear, I watch in sheer horror as you continue to feed your aches, suddenly, In the blink of an eye, you realize you have made a horrific mistake. BY: Sabina Nicole Written 1-3-12