25 December 2012

Agonies Unbid (rev)

agonies unbid

The feeling never goes away, it’s like
an ache of emptiness – a lack of light
as dark descends; I’d even pray – if
ever prayer was lent to easing pain

Things I should’ve said & never did as
words unheard, a price in silence paid
I say them every day as promises
‘tho now they are all agonies unbid

At dawn the sun will rise and free a
light I yearn as your return in doubt
of clouds; coolness of the night remains
without your gentleness restrained.
© 9 July 2009, I. D. Carswell