Relent!

Painting by Lorraine Rigby. 2016

Holding onto my own......barely.
The sense of anguish consumed my breathing.
This uncalled for penance came like the wind.
It brought me to my knees....
My hands grasping for air....
Reaching for God and begging him to relent?

But he waits with unlimitedness.........................................................................
But I suffer from the greatest of all agonies and he grants nothing and everything.

I see the twilight of my days... I witness the coming days!
It is upon me...
                        and fear clings to me, it holds me in a vice!

It's Jaws are Cold!

The solitude of hope is but a moment in youth and
the dream is held throughout our ageing coil.

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