cratered

gaze inward, fall to your knees,
the height of your heart's defenses
lifts your eyes to heaven
they start to bleed
as you begin to plead

don't go blindly into this fight,
for there you'll be ensnared in the Devil's plight
trying to right injustices perceived,
not real, only dreamed,
and fall between the talons of the damned,
farthest away from God's Holy Hand.

be sharp

If I were you and you were me would we still disagree and fall victim to our insecurities?