Wednesday, April 27, 2011

The Forsaken Funereal

Courage out of struggle
The glass-ceiling closes in
Exhausted from rebuttal
Feeling like I cannot win

The clouds keep coming
The storms are relentless
Burden’s heavy drumming
Tearing down defenses

No love for self
No sign of light
Just a wounded animal
Out of fight

Scratching and clawing
In order to live the moment
The past a reflection
The future a lonely stone-tent

A cryptic heart and a broken body
Too weak to weep out the pain
The impossible fought me
Sending strength down the drain

Too fatigued to rise
Too young to retire
Through injured cries
In trail and fire

Stories that could inspire
Challenges that fill pages
Beaten to the mire
Darkness for cages

Where’s mercy?
Where’s grace?
For your servant’s disgrace

There’s persecution
Then, there’s abandonment
There’s the martyred
Or the forsaken

What am I without hope?
Exhausted,
Burdened,
Wounded,
Entombed,
Broken,
Drained,
Crippled,
Vanquished,
Alone,
And forsaken.

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