It will not surrender
to words
A descriptive attempt
would fail
I remain captive in
its pause
Detained by an insolent gaze
I shout where I am not heard
I feel what is not
understood
Torment expressed through a sigh
I’ll let the skies cry for me tonight
It bends my need toward
submission
It debates my intent to
be still
It cloaks me in its own
predilection
With the dowry of my will
I hear what remains to be spoken
I see what cannot be
believed
Acrid to faith’s failing light
Let the skies cry for me tonight
It takes what has not
been given
Believes what has not
been decreed
Disrobes what is meant to
be sacred
Suffocates what is trying to breathe
I tread where the path is uncertain
Where the deep waters
flounder faith
Unsinkable only on land
The skies cry for me tonight