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.
13Apr19d
There. 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.