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
I begin to suffocate
For this isolation 
I have endured
My body driven 
My body down
To a permanent kneeling

"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."