| by Brian Francis I cry your name when burdens make me weary When trials fall upon my tired soul I kneel down, respect, shown in genuflection My thoughts of you shore up my self-control You give me strength when I have spent my effort You inspire me; my soul, to find its breath So little faith does it take to gain your mercy Be there my lord to take my hand in death Such fires burn, life is a great inferno A firestorm to test our worth We, of course, chose our trials Paths we take upon this earth For some living, addiction weighs the worry For others, perversion is their downfall Simple truth — we chose our own fate The choices we make, the sum of them all A simple splatter of paint on a canvas A stain that marks fault, open or hidden Wounds the soul — it is suicide’s rage To pay the price when your soul is bidden Copyright © 2020 Brian Francis |
To Pay the Price
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Wordsmith: At The Forge 