Here is another lovely installment:

Senseless Poem

I don’t have the words
To give you a poem
I don’t have the hands
To enlighten your soul
I don’t have the strength
To bleed for your sins
I don’t have the heart
To make your life whole

The poem I write is nothing at all
The people who read it never call
The ones to whom written all fall away
The words disappear as alone we stay

My hands are so weak they can’t hold a stone.
As I lift it so passive, sitting alone.
As I watch them just whither, so lost and forlorn
I fall to my knees and pray, “Make me not born.”

I feel my strength passing away in the night
Alone in the darkness, the people all fight
I can’t lift them out, useless to all
I can’t find your heart if you’d even call

And in that darkness my heart pass away
Your life will go on, and here will I stay
What is the point, as nothing will come?
I can’t even try, to make you the one.

Oh in the darkness I watch you smile
Like a statue not moving, Adam post fall
My ears hear you laugh my arms make no motion
And I fade away, lost in the ocean.

YWFHD