Crimson Consequence Poem by April Humason

My soul feels heavy in the night,
A wounded heart, no strength to fight.
The weight of wrongs I cannot flee,
They press like chains inside of me.

No sound of peace lives in my bones,
Only the echo of silent groans.
My heart is torn, my breath is weak,
I have no strength, no voice to speak.

You see the tears I cannot hide,
The shame that burns deep down inside.
My wounds are not from hands or war,
But from the heart I broke before.

I am bent low, I walk in pain,
Carrying guilt like heavy rain.
My closest friends stand far from me,
And still my soul longs to be free.

Yet in this dust, I lift my eyes,
For You alone can hear my cries.
Do not be far — stay near to me,
My Lord, my hope, my remedy.