Judas

like Judas,
i too oft kissed compassion
on the cheek...

betraying my conscience
to feed my hungers...
too oft dug shallow graves

in my haste to keep going....
too oft took a sip of water,
and poured the rest on the ground....

too oft crossed myself,
gave a couple dollars to a begger,
but kept some back for myself....

too oft looked into the eyes of need,
and only saw a stranger....
too oft gave half a heart....

telling myself it was all i had....
too oft painted the picture
without seeing myself in it....

too oft failed to listen,
to hear, and to change...
just a kiss on the cheek...

and hands i cant wash clean!

poem by Eric Cockrell
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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