Outcry

Another day forgotten, another wound reopened,
The sun sets as dusk befalls the people,
Where will we go when the aching turns to numbness,
Where is my Healer, where is Thy steeple?

I scream out in unbearable agony,
But the silence, it mocks me.
I plead for a saving mercy, a powerful hand,
But Death overcomes me.

In utter despair do I carry on,
I flinch, I bleed, I cry out, I have no where to turn,
Into eternal darkness do I reach forth my hands,
But on the first Hell remains many soon to learn.

I blame them all, I blame you,
You who held the answer of Grace.
You stabbed me, you beat me,
You left me to kiss Death face-to-face.

You hate me, you hate them,
You shut your lips, you blew out your light.
Left us to suffer in vain and alone,
To continue a losing fight.

So now I am here left to cringe,
Congratulations to you select few,
Those who remained quiet and ashamed,
My fate was sealed from the start, so thanks be to you.

The sun may rise tomorrow,
But my breath found its last.
My time here was the best I know,
But my how time went fast!

My final remarks I leave for you,
To suffer much and drink Death's cup,
Perhaps you were somehow misled,
I yearn for you to join me and sup.


- C. T. Warren