Yours the burden of engineering roof,
Of weaving a covering to hem my heart in;
Yours the choosing of living aloof,
Of turning a blind eye to layers wearing thin.
I cried in the downpour; your ears heard me not.
I melted in summer heat; your eyes didn’t see.
I begged for your covering; you gave me no thought;
I whispered your name; you ignored whimpered plea.
You left me open to terror by night;
You left me helpless to predators on prowl;
I prayed for a roof, for your guidance, your light,
Your gave the legacy of ignorance foul.
My heart grew deep callouses, my voice hid away;
I adjusted to circumstance, and lowered my eyes.
This charge at your pitiful door I now lay –
You failed me. Your protection was just thin disguise…