Monday, July 4, 2022

Black Roses, Dying but Beautiful

The mercy you ask from me, was never extended to me
Same goes for the love that you offer me now
As I waited long ago, my hope was killed
 I have spent decades praying without relief
I need to be comforted or to be redeemed
My heart beats sorrow, distilled
This act of grace you desire in me
Like dead black roses, is still beautiful
But I can't fulfill it, nor can I help you
I know it will fail me somehow
Not in my anger or petty grudges
Because I know the truth, I know
The emptiness in my heart
It was long ago created by you
And now, in this place of hurt
I watch it as it grows