Broken Meek Poem by Joseph Narusiewicz

Upon the wiles of night I cry
No love of mine to hold
No future besides tremulous heaven
This earthly man like a shipwreck
Hope like a vacuous promise
These thorns deep in my psyche
Caught in my weakest hour
Strength is only on the outside of me

I am the empty man
Now I see all the hurting
All those waiting for their drugs
Those chemically imbalanced
Those born with bruises
The abused, used and abandoned
Compassion is a hard cliff to climb
Forgive me all the broken meek