Me tears become orphans
The dark slowly claiming my own
The dew slips slowly down my face
The wetness kisses my lips
Oh Father why?
You arrest my sight?
Doomed my vision
Making blindness…my faith
Majestic wonder called color..lost
Demons dance and taunt…me
Rubbing their hands in glee
Join us in the black
Pitchforks jab my eyes
Spasms of pain contorts my body
My hands clasped together
Bound by chains of regret
Staring mournfully at the heavens
Unable to cry anymore
Unable to shed that last tear
The black slowly claiming its prize
Father I promise I will be good
All I need is one more chance
Please save me from this darkness
The noose tightens around my neck
An overwhelming presence grips me
I ascend into the light
I am forever grateful for My Father
For Being My salvation
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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