To have the rain wash away the pain left berating my heart the way it does earth down the river would be such relief.
I am bruised and battered, torn in two from years of fighting and living and succumbing to the battle again.
How does it end?
What stops the dreadful days return when I can only cast thoughts on a life I’ll never possess?
I don’t live for myself, but I am human, and my desires are a crushing weight I no longer wish to bear.
This moment-I want to be taken to my death, but left with no tomorrow is not a feat I’m ready to address.
I will continue with all my resolve to live right and just.
Fill my lungs with your breath and my mind with your thoughts,
Because the emptiness echoes through my bones
Willing me to an early grave of unrighteous defeat.