singer of sorrow

i led myself into the pleasure dome of death

hell burning my conscience with devilish delight

collapsing into recriminations repeat in my life

i can't even cry

tears evaporate before reaching their ducts

i roast in repentance which even that i doubt

surviving on a struggling wormy-kind of faith

like a centipede moving in cross-directions

pleading for mercy

hear me through my broken mouth

my unclean lips

pity this singer of sorrow

with tattered soul

and tainted guilt

*...our life is grounded in our true Mother Jesus in the foreseeing wisdom that he has from without beginning, with the might of the Father and the high sovereign goodness of the Holy Spirit.

-Julian of Norwich

*All shall be well, and you shall see for yourself that all manner of thing shall be well.

Julian of Norwich