Crusting Pressure Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Feeling jaded.
Tired, bored and lacking trust.
Rusting.
Smothered up,
Under the crusting pressure...
Of a betrayal decaying,
Truth.
And surrounded by souls,
To have been sold for sale.

"Hypocrites!
Have begun to leech like locusts."

Believers of faith keepers.
Appear more in the dumps in sorrow.
Made to abandon their hopes,
For a darkness to clear.
And not borrow quick fixes,
By those who stage faked tomorrows.
Promising them to come brighter.
Yet...
Doing their best,
To make a profit from dropping tears.

"Hypocrites are leeching.
Released as if locusts.
Feeding to feast,
Upon our weakened sensibilities!
Keep your faith.
More than ever.
Only God can and will,
Lift you up from ruts.
You must not distrust but trust this."

Feeling jaded?
Tired, bored and lacking trust?
Now is not that time,
To follow blindly behind hypocrites.
Or believe them to have,
Solutions to find cures.
For those ailments to have endured.
They implemented with consent.
To them given.
Without intention to prevent.

"Wake up, wake up, wake up.
And choose instead,
To get up, get up, get up.
And clear your heads.
Now...
Is the time,
To find that done to do! "

Don't stay jaded.
Keep your faith.
It's going to take a lot it.
No don't stay jaded.
Keep your faith.
Keep your faith.
No don't stay jaded.
Keep your faith!