call me back home again.
The rains here a deluge.
The sun clouded by doubt.
Uncertainty and wars
plague everyone and home.
And for this
the rains are never-ending
and my life source waning
with only a half light …
and hence the rains never-ending
with no saviour self able
to stand up and shout.
God help humanity,
the soul self depleted
as love fades as does the light.
April 17th, 2017
Tags: Love