If I could understand,

I could fill this empty, empty hole

Torn open by the God

Of love.


We long for the knowledge,

We long for understanding;

Someone suffers with us.

We are not alone then.


Loneliness fills our Hallowed Ground,

So we fill it with stories;

Sympathies, patterns, home.

To be connected!


Our sun chokes on our moon,

Our life blurs into an endless night,

A Gethsamene in our chests,

Beating in waves of scars.


And when I look at the stars,

My blood filling my heart with

Shards of stained glass;

The hole gapes in me.


Who will fill it?

Who will fill this sinners heart?

The End

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