Once I get bad, I wish I’d run
Wish I got roasted, starved of drink,
And have my both feet bloody-drawn
And wish I’d hear the whistling wind,
To make a slip, to fall, to rise
To set the teeth got wild of pain,
Just to avoid my inner nights
To lock my knees, to run again
And let the sweat cut off my flesh,
The heavy breath sails off the way,
And no more thoughts, and no more trash
The soar will drive my mind away…
It’s time to fall, weak and exhausted,
And pierce my nails into the ground,
But all the pain is empowered,
Lord, wish I’d have salvation now…
© MVS