Sit quiet and idle I

Sit quiet and idle I
In a company that do deny
Hypocritical am I
And they as I

Yet try as I
Canst seem to tread
This path I dread
Of sickness am fed

Deep beneath the surface
A cancer yet grows
And each one knows
Still the masquerade of woes
Erodes the accurate analysis

How long must the fungus
Ferment this merriment
When shall the scars
Shed their scales
And reveal
The wound as real

Each is not without excuse
Ere it a verbal or emotional
abuse
A portrait obtuse
To distract itself

From lies well hidden
In a shroud forbidden
Seen by a precious few
The rue that cannot be true
Yet is

When shall we
Be as we really are
Naked, hemorrhaging and rank

And worse it is real
For no fiction
Can scarce remove
This infliction

It must be removed
From without
And within
This sin
That devours
And erupts
Under our skin

Can only be killed
And revealed in full
By one in complete
Control

And we must bear it
We must let
The healing ravish us
To humility
And awe

For we are far worse
Than we think we are
And more loved
Than ere we ever can know

If only we would learn
At last to let go
Before the hours
And moments
Should pass

Alas at this
Shall we betray
With a kiss

Or repent
And believe
Shall leave
This life
We grieve

In anguish
In shame
In glory
Proclaim

Tis finished
Tis done
Release
The son

-Joshua Lee Foist