Pain 2024
Memories are painful
thoughts are circular
words of the past become premonition of the future
and what feared I became
two terrors stand guarding the doors of my dreams
ensuring its futility,
and my heart broken, and discarded by the ones whose eyes were soft
no tears, no need hunched over in pain, eyes closed into clasped hands
no way out.
Oh God, I am without the guile that makes the evil survive
I hoped in you to repay me the years of my faith
Silent God with its heavy laws,
what are laws without justice for my broken soul?
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