Pride Poem by Teagan Dalton

Keep separation of the heart.
What's thought, not known, but curtains the hurt.
Deliverance falls short, then time fills between it.
Torn by angry quarrels that haven't a meaning.
Search and destroying our own beautiful stories.
Awakened by ere nights madness the following morning.
Death of respect, still, deafness falls on it.
Right and wrong weigh battle, yet sham holiness as opponents.
Transverse purposes land under the standing.
Why and wherefore carry through spiritually candid.