hear my cry

my god,

i raise my arms in pleading

supplication and I wail

your name unto the heavens

i fall onto my knees and keen

my lament into the soil

i curl into a fetal

ball of anguished mourning

and sobs wrack through

my pain infested body

yet not a sound is heard

no echo pierces

no whimper hints

into the eerie silence

of my still reality

only i can hear the howling

savage screaming

of this primal raging

within these inaudible depths

there is no

release

she remains

trapped inside this rock

solid wall of pain

this impenetrable fortress

and i cannot escape

this prison of my self

 

oh god, hear my cry
 

 

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