What Are You Doing
What are you doing?
You are backing up the floods
Of those that need to break the most
You leave the best of me in the dust
My potential is but putty
That you shape in your thoughtless hands
Before you, I am a statue of Doubt and not Divine
Mold yourself in the birthplace of lies,
Take all of my favorite lines,
Make them yours
Toxify,
Let the worthy in it die
I haven’t the sense to drop you
I haven’t the courage to speak
I haven’t the life left to breathe
So what are you doing?
Making even less of me?
I am a stolen glory
Used, abused
I am a stolen glory
Doubt and not Divine
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2017
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