Suffering is relative....Right?
Would you meet me here? Sitting alone in this room with only the lights from my keyboard standing out in the darkness of this room. I have no feelings within my chest. My heart has grown cold. My chest moves up and down without purpose. I have brought ruin upon my own life with my own choices. I am not a man but a creature. I change as I drift from light into darkness. Who is going to love me when I am no longer recognizable? I have no joy...
no joy within....forced to eat the ashes of choices. Forever drifting aimlessly on target. Look down upon me your faithless child. I did not want to be like this. My mind has been warped since my youth. You have to hate the impostor! You have to hate me. Who am I to feel sorry for myself? But is not suffering relative to the individual? Will you see it that way? I donât think you will....for to whom much is given much is required. I have taken your talents an not only buried them but dug them up again and use it to please my body. I am the fallen creature the lowly being covered in the slick tar of sin that drips from my dead bones. I feel no love from you because I feel no love from me. There is no hope here...there is no life here....I have trapped myself here. There is no peace for me. Hardness of heart does not dull reality of brokenness.Â
Will you come for me? Do you believe in me? Do not weep for the man who passes by. He is here today but who you see is not who he is.Â











