Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Genesis 37: In Writing

I searched for you
but you were not
but heard no answer

lost in the field
the watchman found me
Have you seen my brothers,
the ones I seek

I passed from him
and came from afar
my hands a gaping cry
you beat me, hurt me
flung me naked into the pit

down, down, down
in my wishing well I drown
hang over the abyss
and stare at my nothingness

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