Weight of Decay

I arrived at the alter expecting to bleed,

In silence I waited, believing the need.

Left cold and alone with no hand to hold,

The prayer began, without being told.

In fear of my death I brace for the answer,

Alone in the stillness, accepting the cancer.

There must be a river of life I can drown,

I scream for relief and follow it down.

Gone from the chapel, walking the streets,

I’m beaten and bloodied still shrouded in sheets.

Surrender to breathing to sate my desire,

I’ve fallen once more to the heart of the fire.

Jkf

10/14/17