“End the Cycle of Abuse”… For “Core” Challenge
If all the oceans in all the world
Were suddenly to run dry
My tears would surely fill them all
By and by and by.
For from the moment I was conceived
And no doubt till I pass away
My tears do continually hound me
Every night and every day.
I am a weeping woman
Of many sorrows
Tortured by my yesterdays
And fearful of tomorrows.
Aquainted well with grief and much suffering
Am I to be forever clothed in darkest mourning.
What loathsome friends are these!
Hopelessness and despair
Miserable comforters all, Please!
Lord bring my soul up for air.
For my heart fails me of late
And my courage flees
My body groans from the weight
Of these burdensome agonies.
I am attacked by my mind
Who was once a dear friend
This alone renders me blind
This then is the end.
I think I would rather sleep in eternal death
Than take another pitiful painful breath.
Copyright © DdN aka Medusa
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This piece was inspired by Michelangelo and someting I saw and felt in the Sistine Chapel…