Free Style Micro Poetry
A caged sleep, tears shed, the thoughts of false caring that others portray is a lie. Their spitefulness in thought held captive the sleeping mind not allowing it to wake. There are those that cannot be trusted, they show concern for their own selves and their own greed. They are always on the prowl to take, take, and take. They cause pain to the minds of the blameless and find in it joy, their tongue of fire knows not the truth. Yet, they will ask you for your prayers, to engorge their own needs. If they touch your life, it will never be the same.
Run, Run, Run…