I call to you
No reply
I’m now smaller
You ask, “Why?”

I spread joy
You don’t approve
I get lost inside
You don’t even move

I beg for peace
You turn away
I accept my fate
I no longer pray

I find myself
I do it alone
No Faith. No God.
Barely a home.

I walk quiet
You make the birds sing
I plug my ears
You make them ring

Hot and cold
The most toxic...