Ground down
Will you take apart my head
Will you leave it on the floor
Will you move the pieces round
And stamp them in the ground?
Take the lines of battle
Take the pain of grief
Take the shards of loss
And stamp them in the ground.
Move my thinking to the plus
Don't leave me feeling low
Don't leave me ever in the mire
Don't put me in the ground.
The dirt, the stain, the hateful self
How can you stop this agonising?
The guilt of Judas, the pain of Peter
Betrayal found, distressing loss.
Take the entangled veins
And thickened cells of doubt
Take the blackened serpent
Entwined around my heart
Strangling, killing, sorely winning;
Slowly moving, stifling spirit;
Dissolving soul to emptiness
And finally - obliteration.
Swirl the blood and suck out my life
Free weary bones from hell
Circle deep and stab the wound
But don't put me in the ground.
I will live, I'll lose my head
I'll crush my brain to shattered pieces
Just pick me up. I'll rest a while.
Don't put me in the ground.
Copyright © 2009 byAnna O. All rights reserved. Published 18/11/2009