Infliction

Your screams pierce,
your cries bruise.
Your defences rack,
your silence kills.

You shut me out,
I stood in the dark.
The days gone by,
my pulse grow faint.

Eyes wide shut,
ears tide low.
Flesh bide rot,
heart fide stow.

You gross me out,
I lay in the dark.
The nights gone by,
foul stench of death lull out.

The day of trouble,
concerns to prepare.
No fruit nor blossom,
no oil nor herd.

Come what may,
from gold to dust.
A breath prayer still,
the Good Lord’s promise
-the way to Home.

His beautiful & relentless love makes a soul relentlessly beautiful.


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