Words From The Abyss.

Laments and flowers

By: Father Beress T. Chipuka

Pardon my pardon
For our days apart time will harden
Beg and beg I beg and beg for another night holding your leg
I know it will not come but still I beg

Madness through sadness
Loneliness forcing gladness
Yet longing continues creating more sadness
And the cycle continues with my soul clinging to your green eyes in this madness

Your lilies have all wilted and died
Your grounds dried, the magnolia cried then died
Now only purple hyacinth grows
Myosotis