Index 
Sadism
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A child I know somewhere in California, Today, Alone, Crying. She didn’t believe my promise, Which was wise; But she wanted to She needed love. Now it may be impossible For her ever to find that love. Within her is another child, A child she will leave out there. I wonder if she will call me When she returns. I don’t think I could love her Even then, Though I don’t know why not. Except that being in her arms Would remind me that I have sinned, Not by breaking God’s laws As revealed on WCTW radio, But by failing to live by my own laws; Hurting, knowingly, another person Though sadistic deceit. You know what scares me? I am not crying. I lost that ability long ago. |