Pain in God’s Heart

Pain in God's Heart

The pain of my heart goes beyond measured time of past or present.
My creation - soon to be insolvent; insolent love, replaced by the teardrops of galaxies.
Only eternity will dry the tears.
Memories arrive; tearing at the flesh and soul;
I have food for kings, yet creation starves.

Seekers? None. Braggarts all.
False humility replaced by patterned words.
The invisible line draws closer each hour.
Only the abyss will wipe out the night- and day-mares.

Here in my heart, subtle whispers of love, aching to blossom yet time has stood still.
The louder I speak, the more damnable I am cursed.
The softer I speak the clamor of braggarts drown me out.
Only with memories too late will my voice be heard.

Suffering to dancing and from cries to music,
The pain of my heart goes beyond measured time of past or present.


Truemale
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