Idiot Prayer
For so long I've waited
you don't arrive
I languish abated
am I dead or alive?
I cry for you
but you don't hear
or do you?
it's the latter I fear
you told me I'm loved
you told me turn. come
I tried to turn
all suddenly turns mum
you say I won't be alone
that I have now a home
I hoped in what you say
again and again
you push me away
so it's seek and you will find
for you would meet me there
since you love me unconfined
I found silence in that air
you hold me in error
to turn from license
but mature no repair
I devote in the silence
you say no more is given than borne
that to know you is gain
I feel slight and forlorn
you try me in pain
I watch others alive
live their ways from what's shown
I see them take and thrive
misunderstood, I weep alone
you tell me I'm yours
that you have me for always
you keep me kept
in this limbic malaise
I long to see fruition
an account in trust
you hold me to volition
perpetual prisoner of readjust
you'd have me know the unknown
to know it is real
whilst I linger alone
to assume not what I feel
still I wait with nothing
and so may not revive
In despair I may go
and then never derive
You tell me it's over
but you don't let it end
but if I will, it never will
your love forever impend
you don't arrive
I languish abated
am I dead or alive?
I cry for you
but you don't hear
or do you?
it's the latter I fear
you told me I'm loved
you told me turn. come
I tried to turn
all suddenly turns mum
you say I won't be alone
that I have now a home
I hoped in what you say
again and again
you push me away
so it's seek and you will find
for you would meet me there
since you love me unconfined
I found silence in that air
you hold me in error
to turn from license
but mature no repair
I devote in the silence
you say no more is given than borne
that to know you is gain
I feel slight and forlorn
you try me in pain
I watch others alive
live their ways from what's shown
I see them take and thrive
misunderstood, I weep alone
you tell me I'm yours
that you have me for always
you keep me kept
in this limbic malaise
I long to see fruition
an account in trust
you hold me to volition
perpetual prisoner of readjust
you'd have me know the unknown
to know it is real
whilst I linger alone
to assume not what I feel
still I wait with nothing
and so may not revive
In despair I may go
and then never derive
You tell me it's over
but you don't let it end
but if I will, it never will
your love forever impend
Written by Scott Schoffstall
© April 18, 2011
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© April 18, 2011
all rights reserved
http://www.poeticsojourn.com/the-sojourner.html