Damn this ground on which ears turned deaf.
Ignorance tears at her as she embraces it,
and inside my heart, a demon of hatred was planted,
to grow with solemn neglect
because I had not recognized its presence.
In darkness it grew to poison love,
so I learned to disregard the truth until it was too late.
Selfish custody ensnared the light as I stood by and watched.
I was a child as deaf and blind as her at present.
Shame eventually took hold as guise for hatred,
and my soul divided by sin,
but now sorrow grips, and I have realized my folly.
Those who I love,
I have allowed to be undertaken by lies
that protrude from who my heart aches to love
because of lies fed to loved ones, used
and a seed of misconception, born of sin.
My spirit knows truth.
Can I change what has become?