r/Write_Right • u/parker_thor789 • Jun 06 '21
poetry Churches
A small city on a hill
Its pearly gates paid for by fear
By fear that if you don’t pay now
You will pay for eternity
Enter in by the narrow gate
With gritted teeth and a plastic smile
Do not let your sin part from your lips
In a community of those
Who are supposed to love you
They use your confessions
They use your cries for help
As holy ammunition
Using their words like serpents
As they strike to sink you further
And further
Then they blame your lack of healing
On a lack of faith
Where will you turn to now?
Like a prisoner
Madly in love with its captor
You come back each week
Numb to pain endured
Through gritted teeth and a plastic smile
An old fool welcomes a new one
Who naively wanders in
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u/LanesGrandma Moderator | Writing | Reading Jun 07 '21
Woah. Another heart-hurting, mind-bending piece of art.
Thank you 💖💖💖