Is this the fast that I have chosen
this undiluted suffering?
Is there someone sitting on my chest
resisting my every move?
What is the reason for this treatment
when will it be over?
My brain fires questions like a machine gun
but the answers never come
Am I not contrite or humble enough?
I have clawed at these pages
for some sort of explanation
The heavens are as brass
and the earth is iron
There is no one listening
no one sees me here
I am a quivering shadow of a man
still alive
but to no avail
Every day is a new show,
a new battle to fight
get your head on straight
lace your boots up tight
Answers won't come to you
keep up a healthy barrage
and someday those doors will open
Someday
you'll be in the clear
Someday
there will be no need to fear.
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