Guilty But Freed
Guilty but freed
Loneliness of the heart
is soul crippling.
It's effects rippling throughout your life.
Bringing strife;
the sense of low worth
is birth for another's pain,
to void my own.
Now blown out of all proportion this event,
has bent
the walls of my heart forever.
I know this seems a messy jumble.
If a humble spirit is the prize;
help me,
succour me, heal with your love.
I'm not above
but below this tangled world,
As I lay curled in a tear sodden ball,
Aloud I call:
"Please come, be mine."
Too much time
and space has passed,
since I last
dealt in a hand.
The sand of the hourglass
made to pass my eyes;
Tries my heart with waste;
now faced with the charge.
I think it's all done with,
I took the fifth;
knowing;
I was blowing;
my hope away.
But "Stay" I heard his cry
my ally: calling for mercy
paying my debt:
original and usury
again...
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