Christine Kuruvilla

Singapore-03/08/2002

The words no one will read

Holy Holy, blessed be,
And yet they never see me.
Miles that lay before,
Long and lonely.

Chained to the ground,
Sinking knee-deep in sin.
Dazzling lights on cold nights,
Eyes bruised after long, lost fights.

My soul, it sinks before my eyes,
And slowly a part of me dies.
Burdened- a burden I must bear,
Against the life so unfair.

Touch me with your cold hands,
Peirce me till I bleed water.
And stain me with your wicked gaze,
But free me from these deadly days.

Yet why this world it's unfair,
For time it's too short.
They think they know all,
And under their burden I shall fall.
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