I am singing my song
In a minor key -
No accompaniment,
No pleasing harmony.
The strings are all broken,
The reeds are all bent;
No-one to listen
To my lyrics of lament.
I thought I was peering
Through the curtain
To see days of service
And a time to rejoice for certain.
Instead, an iron door
Slammed in my face -
No happy dreams,
Only nightmares it replaced.
My heart is ripped daily
From deep within -
I am sinking with the weight of woe,
Unable to swim.
O God, the questions,
The anger, the rage -
Left to singing my sad song
At the edge of the stage.
(c) Andrew Drury 2022
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