Like my name tag?
Lo, all you see is lies. I blink, fr'intents,
O ya, pretend I know and see t'avail
Past aught detail unto the truth, to scale,
But it's a nightmare, waking, sleeping--sense
Though half aware sees but this wasteland hence--
I laugh and jest with friends, yet joys are frail:
All's empty; hopes here corpses, and in pale
Excuse I keep on like it's not pretense.
Cling to the Scriptures as I drown in poor
Reply; forget, forget so I can smile on cue
And feign I'm not a shadow, not in tour
So empty. Pray for dear love, failing to
See what I have. LORD, if I weep, will't cure
What? All I have is You, cuz Thou art true.
Now, having read these, there's nothing more I actually need to post of this month's work, despite all the pages and pages of it.