the crux of life these days for our road weary pilgrim
is learning to trust the two-legged ones again
most of them seem to speak with forked tongues
and choose to hide behind myriad shifting veils
he's told by those who've been back from hell a while
that trust will come, but it's going to take some time
he now wonders if he bears some mark upon his brow
that tells of where he's been, and by grace released
his humble silence seems to shout far too loud and clear
that which so many two-legged ones just cannot dare to hear
......work in progress
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