His Grace Poem by Katerina Val

And as I silently rose despair
beneath his eyes
the breaking sound of violence was no more there
but I could feel it had intoxicated the air
the smell of poison as I keep, as I dare
Remembering his sins
The signs
And our prides

And now I seat in this chair made of wood
Or is it dust?
A chair made of dust
I fear I must
return to dust
from where I come
behold my strongest wills to not desire our past
to drown the hopes
to cut the ropes
I fear the most

I fear his help became this endless line of ropes
A mass of ropes
Behind my house
Behind my home
I'm back home
I return my soul
To where I belong
Behind my soul
Behind my heart
I fear, I, now, tear apart.

And I know, judges, I won't use this rope
Know, judges, that alone I drown
In dust.
But, wait, I hold
They say it's the fear of the unknown
But I know, oh my sorrow, how I know
My deepest honesty will hold me near
Before I fall apart
In dust
My grief will embrace my tear
And as he's gone, my love for him
The pain
Is clear.