Sunday, January 22, 2017

Lament


Call out in the night
as the watches begin
lift up your voices,
lift up your lament.
The prisoner’s cry rings
as he is a human soul
with no recourse.

Held within the prison
of hatred and pain,
there is no way out
and no way in.
In my father’s house I was trusted.
Now I meet the hard eyes
of suspicion and distrust.

Desire,
I conquered you long ago.
There is nothing I want now.
There is nothing you can offer me.
I will say no.