first post. The poem is titled one-fifty-one

Before I get to the poem, I'm just going to let you know that every thing on here is going to be about a year or more old, just so that I've had proper time to look everything over and maybe edit (I kind of wince when I say the word edit).

So now for a little introduction, I wrote this almost a year ago for the class Psalms and put this together for the final project. It's pretty straight forward.


one-fifty-one


O Lord God, my wretched heart aches for you.
Your beauty, once loved and admired has left me.
I have been painted red in the blood of my transgressions.
My acquantances judge me and their hatred lies heavy on my back.
I am crushed under a boulder in my guilt.
My friends refuse me and pity glances through pious eyes.
They speak against me with razors.
My cheek is cut by a kiss.
They speak against me terrible, filthy, and degrading TRUTH.

O Lord, they are right. Your Spirit is gone and I am a corpse.
I am full of decay. My breath smells of death.
I remember the days when breath was fresh and new.
Lord breathe in to me renewed, clean, breath and clean this heart.
You hear my requests, yet you refuse to come to my aid.
Despite your absence, you, are Merciful God
and I choose to seek you for you're different,
efficient, and willing to break my heart.