Tuesday, 14 April 2015

A DARK HOUR





On the dark clouds of an early dawn
Like a funeral cloth i whisper a moan
Like Judas, has joy kissed me,
Hugged me like a freak
And enslaved my harmony

Crippled at heart, my emotions
cry
On the stairs of motions dye
As the skies of my heaven
freeze, fumed with surprise,
My heart coils double

How far and beyond does
My cry reach you Father?
I yearn for nothing but a rise
For such a cross I deserve not
Ouch! I feel a pinch so hot

I confess a ‘’thank you’’
As thine Holy text,
Been of good and not
Evil transforms me
So I pray strengthen me

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