Unattended Poem by David Blake

In the silence of one of the many nights,
I have sat her alone; I can’t help but
wonder why. Leaving me to doubt all
that I am, I can’t bring myself to every
again dare pray. Lost in the haze of
unending suffering and pain, time has
left me with nothing to call my own.
For all my sorrow and shame, for
everything that has for all these years
remains unsaid I lament. Before me
now through my tears a shattered life
is all that remains.