An Unsavory Force
Listen ! Listen !
I confess I am
Captured by an
Unsavory force.
Talk tells
of my burdens,
anxiety is tearing
at my heart.
Strain appears
on my brow,
struggling to make
contact that is meaningful.
Caught in the trap
of my role,
the sounds I hear,
are the noises of addiction.
Deafening noises,
keep me distanced
from the very
heart of God.
Dulling noises,
Keep me from
honestly talking
about me.
Me in relationship
to Christ who is
more than able
to break this addiction.
Copyright © Alden Sproull | Year Posted 2008
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