To Whom It May Concern

To Whom It May Concern
Though You don’t seem concerned at all
As You watch the painful writhing agony
Overtake, control, destroy
Then a moment settles, not long enough
You watch the chase
Elusive hope
You never let it be caught long enough
Before the melting, crumbling, shattering, shaking, trembling, crushing, burning surfaces
It always surfaces
To Whom It May Concern
Growing doubtful of Your perfect goodness
Everyone is so desperate to believe in
As they claw themselves up
With bloodied nails, crushed souls, and torn apart
Flogging themselves for Your attention
You watch
You wait
You dangle the disharmony, disillusion, and discontent
Doling them out with reckless abandon
You decide with methods unbeknownst to the swarming ants you look upon
Though I have called diligently
Praying, writing, sending messages always
To Whom It May Concern
I am always reaching out
With an arm now weakened from unrequited effort
Slashed, shriveled, skinny, sickly
To prove I am sanctimonious
Yet You never bother to answer
You watch the struggle with bulging eyes
Sadistic and hungry
Maybe it would prove better
To cut off the arm that reaches out
To the Whom that never answers
To Whom It May Concern
My rage is spilling out against you
Flooded gates burst open
Powerfully new and broken
Unhinged
To Whom It May Concern
I detest you with passion growing every day
Vines wrapping and suffocating until
Explosion — possible liberation
But never actually in the game You set up
To Whom It May Concern:
As you now may very well know —
I hate You all in all
But please, I need Your help

