My Prison Kite (Poem)
The weight on my shoulders it’s an inverted cross
You judge me, condemn me but that’s your loss
I bow my knees clench my heart and my chest
An inverted cross, can it give me my rest
The weight on my shoulders it’s an inverted cross
You judge me, condemn me but that’s your loss
I bow my knees clench my heart and my chest
An inverted cross, can it give me my rest
I’m not worthy I begin to scream
Tears flood my face a fast flowing stream
There must be hope, but where can hope be
My eyes are so flooded I can no hope see
Heart wrenching, heart hurt
Lying face down I kiss the dirt
Dear God if you are up there, can you free me once more
This weight on my shoulders is more than I asked for.
I fly my kite to heaven from behind my prison bars
I kneel, I’m longing, for the Maker of the stars
© 2017 by William J Bruce III