Epidemic

Second quick write, truly a car crash of questions, answers in poetry

As our souls are muddled with our personal affliction, 

let your loving kindness bathe us as a mother does her child.

 The Pain of open wounds cannot be helped with Men's spirits, or inventions

 but with tender kisses

 bestowed upon our weakened armor.

 Nourish me with your words;

 allow my child’s mind to develop beyond these chains, 

beyond the ugliness in the mirror. 

DNA will not allow me to breathe a full breath. 

Since birth,

 the shallows of my mind have contributed epidemic of selfishness. 

What if Darwin has not spoken a word of truth?  

But simply observed the survival of nature itself

 or rather

 observed the nature of man without the hope of God. 

Are we are earth’s guests that have overstayed our visit? 

And the truth behind Natures Wrath 

is the angst for us to leave

Yet, it's said

 Anger is the mysterious fear, of the truth. 

But I know my truth,

 and will forever be secure in my beliefs.

 Even if the my river never meets the ocean.