Crumble

by

Richard Betts Jr.

My world crumbles . . .
And the pieces fall around you.
Yet you seem impervious,
To the suffering that surrounds you.

I crawl toward your light seeking warmth,
But still I shiver from the cold.
I wish to believe about goodness,
But wonder has it all been sold.

I come to you seeking mercy,
And marvel that love can be so callous.
I cannot reconcile the fact,
That you wittingly allow this.

We have crumbled to our knees,
Groping for reasons and lessons.
But instead of discovering answers,
We are left choking on the questions.

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