Prideless Poem by Marc Hofhiens

Floral candelabras won't burn
But drip like hot wax melting the crust of the earth's core.
Gently mocked by my most beloved.
Faith hope trampled underfoot of prides of swine.
I work beg plead for an opportunity.
I sweat toil fight with my resolve.
Returned with palpable distaste thick and choking bile.
I'm not worthy. I'm worthless.
I'm ugly. I'm dumb.
Words attempted now stifled.
My knee won't bend. I reach through blackness fogged in clouds and pools of molten distrust. Yes