Catholic during the Great Apostasy

I long to leave, O God,
far away—to forget what I see.
Farther still—to forget what I hear.

A soul immersed in silence,
free from the media’s clamor.
It sees too much,
understands too much,
suffers alone, tormented by lies,
weeping tears of blood.

Sometimes a single sentence
ignites visions of countless falsehoods,
far too many…

like puzzle pieces
forming a landfill,
which people call their beautiful world.

You opened my eyes—a precious gift.
You opened my ears—a precious gift.
Yet all this is a heavy cross,
too heavy for me to bear alone.

Holy Mother, help me!
The weight crushes me,
casts me into the dust of this world.
You know evil lies in wait,
for me to flee and return,
sowing destruction and fear once more.

Without You, my soul dies,
without You, the gallows await me.
When hope dies—I die too.
You are my hope, my defense, my refuge.

Be with me when my time comes,
but please, be with me now,
as I fall yet again.

Arkadiusz Niewolski