Nightful tears condescend the evening glisten

Twas the fearful, twas the merry

All the land were set to listen

A sound of hope, a gentle whistle

Chirp like the nightingale

Crick like the elegant cricket

For the moon rose high as did my thoughts

The same as ten, twenty, thirsty years before…

A thought for ending, a thought to start

Twas with my fearful heart

The pain i feel, at day, my night

Like that chirping nightingale, its song to share

Twas my life to bear.

Only in the twilight did i see,

That everything i asked for was given as a test,

And nothing more, not even rest,

Twas in December when i laid tight and felt my heartbeat,

Twas the feeling of my chest

My heart was made to be broken

My mind was designed to strive and fear…

We are the ones who live here…

God: tis in the Winter solstice that i turn to you for justice

End my life, if my life is meant to bear

If my breath my keen will pay

If my song is not to share…

A song for me to remember,

To remember that i was made with a broken heart:

God i pray you, i beg you for a sign, i beg for hope.:.

• December, 2014