“I loathe my life;
Book of Job 10 – RSVCE
I will give free utterance to my complaint;
I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.
2 I will say to God, Do not condemn me;
let me know why thou dost contend against me.
3 Does it seem good to thee to oppress,
to despise the work of thy hands
and favor the designs of the wicked?”
The Music – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ptWlIbBqHCo
There’s a hole
In my heart
Now
You have made?
No.
It’s of my own
Creation
I have achieved
That goal myself
I’d always known
As only one
Achievable
Still I clung
To The Faith
That main culprit
Which always
Raises The Hope
And awakens
The Love
The most original
Of my sins
Not pride
Or lust
It’s The Love
That maketh
…
Oh yes
I was proud enough
To lustily desire you
Both in body
And mind
But that wouldn’t be
Enough
To kindle and fuel
That sort of fire
These flames
Were torched
When I added
Love
Readiness to sacrifice
Myself for you
Hope that I am able
To create
Reality you may need
And Faith
That one day
You would see it
And decide
To become
A part
But it was always
Only my own
World creation.
That fire
Burned that hole
And I’d known
It would
From the very beginning
I’d always could predict that
From the very moment
I first cast my eyes
On you
And yet
I let it happen
Mea culpa
Mea maxima culpa
The hole is huge
It hurts like hell
And there’s no
Anaesthetic for me
This time
Raw pain
Is the price
I have to pay
For the lusty
Desire
To love and be loved
But I know
It will go in time
The remnants
Of those flames
Will die soon
Or I will extinguish them
Will silly magic
And funseeking occupations
I will forget you
In time
No worries
What worry me
What scares the shit
Out of me is possibility
That no more
Pheonix
Will raise again
From that
Ash