November 25, 2008

Mother Of Despair

Oh, Mother of despair
A mind unquiet
A mind dis-eased
Desperate in loneliness beyond measure.
Stumbling, fumbling
Tripping through life’s darkness
Her lantern of deliverance long since lost
Her guide, her companion cruelly cut off.
Crying from the other side
Too soon, too soon.
A refugee in the land of the dead
Give voice to the defilement
Cry out!
Too cruel, too cruel.
The wait too long
The weight too great
To bear.

A prose companion to this piece is at The Bosom Serpent

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