Monday, October 13, 2014

Isolate Suffocate Supplicate

Je suis désolé
I am, in fact, alone
After a lifetime of choices
I have found myself rebuilding
What had never been broken
Hearing voices harrowing me
Because of my decisions
Yet there is nothing 
Shielding my heart
From unspoken hope
I have moved upon 
The surface of this earth
I have walked one million miles
Never wavering
But I am done
Je suis fini
For the reasons 
All of my efforts
Lost among my life's cost
My hopes are dashed
The skies are black
My memory is gray
I am discontented
With my path
And there is nothing more
I can do
Je suis désolé
I have in fact
Become desolation
Suffocation
I begin to suffocate
For this isolation 
I have endured
My body driven 
My body down
To a permanent kneeling
Position
Endlessly
Supplicate  



"It is difficult
to get the news from poems
yet men die miserably every day
for lack
of what is found there."

William Carlos Williams

Philippians 4:6 says, "Be anxious for nothing; but in every thing by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known unto God."