In The Wilderness Of Sadness Poem by John Sensele

Tears from my eyes I cry
Fears from my mind I fry
When for comfort my illusion I entertain
Shielding the delusion in public I sustain

Treating a suspect like a leper
Whose reputation with ridicule I pepper
In view of his plight
Which on my morality sheds no light

I can shine
To the double standard I define
Taking advantage of the suspect's low ebb
To spin on his broken limbs the spider web

That some day will eat my pride
So long as the suspect's bride
I purloin to prove my might
When in greedy gratification I delight

Although my own foibles fumble
Gambling in the trap I stumble
Unless humility I push upfront
And on the suspect I desist from pouring undue affront.