Monday, August 30, 2010

Book of Sorrows: poem four

Not this time did I take on your pace,
It worked for a little while,
Only whenever I sought for your face,
But now I am lost again,
Will I in this life ever win?
Why do I take path with the vile?
Why is it hard for me to live in your ways?
I feel now in one big maze,
I keep now on this path which always sways,
And I carry on in this way; with this pace,
Will you give me over to your mace?
Will I never be amazed,
With your unspoken grace?

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