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My wounded self


God I pray let me come in through your door
I am so very slave driven in fear that you may think
I have let you down.

My behaviour of late is afraid to undo all the past mistakes
I have entailed upon others whom I supposedly have loved.
But I tell you this Lord I will be forgiving those
who did me ill.
Is this I ask a beginning
so that I may then partake in awaiting your presence in mind
to tell of me my wounded self?
What in haste can I do as I now prepare to die?

So long dear Father you came upon my soul
and lifted it out of my heart thank God,
at least that be saved from a hell eternal
and my descendants then shall to me
not once cry out in disgust.
Pray oh pray this that what they do will not encompass wrath
as I upon this Earth have done – vain preventing growth
and knowing you in my heart.

God let that light dim
so I may no longer suffer as I have
while you read upon my world
those tales of which did disgust you so.

July 19th, 2013
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