I hurt

I was born where

And when

I was.

I had no control

over such things.

Would that I knew why God had placed me here.

I am adrift

And I am not sure

How to help

Or do good

For others.

Christ have mercy.


The wine I’m drinking

The book I’m reading

The sun that’s setting

The prayer I’m breathing

All this I do alone

And I suppose

There is a weight to that solitude

And I feel it now.

Christ have mercy

On me a sinner.