Friday, May 2, 2008


Lost in darkness
Silently weeping
I hear you coming
All my rage
My soul is seething

Yet still you come
Heavy footsteps falling
Coming closer, ever closer
To a closed and
Hardened heart

Each deep breath
A scarce companion
I feel a tear drop
That’s not my own
Falling ever quickly

I hear a sob
A cry of love
A soft hand
Pressed gently into
My wet and tear soaked face.

As the hand wipes away my tear
So it wipes away the hurt
I know who is beside,
Whose cries echo my own
And still I lay weeping, but at least I’m not