My own king
I cannot face
My shame and hurt
Against me race
My own beloved
I turn to not
Pain has caused
My courage to rot
In a world of people
I feel alone
In a sea of smiles
I turn to stone
My hitching breath
My rapid heart
My healing process
Has yet to start
I want to talk
I want to speak
But given the chance
I am too weak
I miss the trust
I had in Him
I miss the love
I felt in the wind
I long to return
To days of past
The urge to run
Is growing fast
But I am blocked
By perpetual sin
To the fallen
I am kin
I feel beyond
Mercy and love
Like I've fallen too far
To reach above
Above the pit
Of darkness I'm in
Above the slight
Of the spirit within
My head is telling me
His arms are open
My heart responds
They're conditions unspoken
What I've known
And what I've been taught
Mean absolutely nothing
And penetrate not
For in this instance
Logic has no hold
And my hardened heart
Holds stories untold
Maybe one day
My joy will return
Not to be taken
By mockery or spurn
And on that day
I'll sigh in relief
When I finally realize
I'm not such a beast
M.L
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