Saturday, March 2, 2019

In the Shadows

Sometimes I live in the shadows
Wishing for what I do not know
Fragments of light spearing darkness
Filling me with a bit of hope
Every seed of doubt rises
Fumes from the city’s concrete floor
I am lost amid the rubble
Dead fish upon a sandy shore
Homeless praying for forgiveness
Seeking what is not really there
Pretending you really matter
A cancer like a thorn despaired
Take my breaths from my weighted chest
Lift me from this summer slumber
Hold my lonely against your brow
Counting down the final number
Poor man who marries my daughter
Take the cow, forgive me my sins
Blessed darling, father’s orphan
Waiting for my life to begin

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