I wanted to tell someone….
but I didn’t think they would hear me
so I let it spoil in my throat like sour milk.
I wanted to cry on someones shoulder
but they kept shrugging … so I fell off.
Pain can only be licked sufficiently;
by the one whom endures the wound.
Yet people say they can cure me
as they drop crumbs from up on a roof.
Despair is real
and You are not here…
if You are then make it known
I know You have set my pardon
but the wind… seems my chastened home.