Alleyway (Photo credit: Terry Freedman)
Looking for a saviour
In this city refuse
Dark alleyways
Are clarion calls
To the very circles of hell
I tried
With every fibre
Every striving muscle
Of my pathetic being
To rise
Rise above even one
Challenge before me
But I am chastised
By reality
An errant child
Trembling before the headmaster
Dreading the cruel fall
Of the cane
Standing in this dock
Of my own making
Gazing back at implacable eyes
That will not understand
Nor comprehend
My path here
I know
In the creeping chill
Of my broken bones
No mercy here
No mercy here
No mercy deserved
I am my actions
And they cut within me
As I knew they would
As I knew they should
For I am a shattered person
And so sought to shatter others
This is only my fault
No mercy here
Crying yet for a saviour
Not because I deserve one
Not because this journey
Is remarkable or pure
Even in intent, if not execution
Much more for the detritus
I am submerged within
Much more for my singular
Quiet, pitiful need
To be lifted, lifted out
Lifted up
No hidden angel as a stranger
Meets me on this road
I am carried on this wave
Of disapproval
To foreign, ugly shores
No-one stops to make
A wish or prayer for me
I am alone, invisible
Still looking for a saviour
In this brokenness of life
Not for redemption
Or resurrection
Only this, only this
Just that I need
Just that I need
(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved
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