Tuesday, July 24, 2012
What am I?
A wight from the grave
Or a worm in the mire?
For I am awake yet dead,
Worthless, without a spine.
Day and night I lay down in defeat,
Strengthless to rise onto my feet.
Sleep sheltered me so deceptively
Till my eyes should open to reality.
Pleasure was my closest companion
She saw me through the night.
Inevitably the sun would rise
And all her love could not suffice.
Alas, what a beast I have become!
A disappointment both to friend and kin.
My prayer echoes that of Jabez
To bring blessing and not suffering.