Desidarium

There is no empathy
No heart of gold
There is no rest on Earth
For a man to lay his bones
There is no healing touch
No warm embrace or
Company
To thaw the
Flesh of men long dead

There are no joyous tears
No reprieve that
Lasts longer than a
Fleeting feeling-
A constant state of longing
I'm wearing thin
Oh, but to give in
To pray for death

There is only weight
Only weight
To doubt the light's intent
Is a ship ablaze
A ship ablaze

For a man who hates himself
Will doubt intentions-
Pure
A man who hates himself
Knows not he holds the cure
This man who hates himself
A sense-self worth, procured
I know not how to attain
But again, I shall endure
I shall endure this
And learn to mend my
Broken
Spirit, I must accept my
Self
I know not how but
I know what must be done
I know not how but,
I will live for this
I will live for this
I will

Lest there be only weight
God, so much weight

Breathe
Find
Short reprieve
In the quiet
Dark
To void
One of self
A creature-present
Letting warmth
Pierce my skin