Samaritan

Erasers only smudge

soap merely smears

my mistakes and missteps

the many instances in which

reaching a fork in the road 

finding myself bereft of a map

I went the wrong way

and was beaten bloody

abandoned to die in the ditch

the moon above 

appearing as the 

eye of god 

covered by a cataract

gazing down in apathy

no Samaritan to save me

while you remained 

safe and secure

within the walls of your

palace of platitudes