Just now came on the
headache
Of fear, of guilt, of
grief.
I beg to the God you believed
in
That you’ve found your sweet
relief.
Just now came on the
coldness
Of uncertainty of death,
And in my own dull reverie
I long to hear your
breath.
Did you hear me cry out for
you?
Perhaps you found your
hope.
Or did you ignore our prayers, my
girl,
And tighten that length of
rope?