wept the angels

 
hear me keen
inside me weep for pain's sake
it hurts to feel this bereft

I bleed sorrow
it is a feeling I'm intimate with
it is a part of me

my soul flavored with melancholy
needing faith
I doubt the construct

I don't trust

I ache alone in the emptiness
craving honesty in the scorn
fearing reprisal I shrink back to the shadows
where small things appear bigger

I cry out to the angels and to God
don't let me die in my loneliness
give succor to my desire

seeking in the realm of existence
I want to become beautiful a soul
little gentleness I am tender of nature

still, I have reservations about my place
in the lovely garden dream
please my Father console me

within my sacredness I'm losing hope