Will I ever
Be happy? My payments never
Seem to end
I cannot seek the resting, because
My debt will not descend
Have not I paid the dues this earth
Has called us all to pay?
Have not my sufferings yet been sufficient
Been enough- for a lifetime- each day?
I will wait, Palms upward, feet aching and bruised
I will surrender my heartache and tremors and
I cannot see an end to this tunnel, nor a filling
Of my soul
Everything so empty now, I doubt
So I wait… in pain… and praise.
I think I’m
I think my heart is
I think my
Slipping away again.
I feel the blood-sail losing its wind
Perhaps I am selfish
Or cruel, or cold
Perhaps I am brazen and fearless and bold.
Perhaps I am careless and angry and deeply
If tears don’t stain your pillowcase
Every blue moon or so,
Are you really even human?
Let night fold in, and hold you close
and fret not your current agonies.
feel the weight of lost souls like no steel could ever hold;
I feel the weakness of all the strong hearts
As they fall into the dark.
I cannot dispel this raging storm of agony and flame
I cannot seek a numbing relief for my soul-madness and pain
Instead i beseech in twisted tongues for those who breathe with shallow lungs
I gouge the tears from my own eyes
And remember, with peace, why He came and died.
For once, for last
She did not want to talk.
Her words were sealed and bent away
Chipped and broken, lost.
She, at last, did not
She just wanted an embrace
So the words grew dead, becoming
I was here long before
Your eyes had ever met.
I weathered, worn, so many storms
You’ll never need to regret.