Outside Your Darkened Door

of all the exhausted topics, emptied of their worth

of all the states of being to escape the grasp of verse

of all the ways our souls must bend, or break the bones of faith

this, the wound accepted open-armed

this the grace that missed the mark, and harmed

this the shame

by no one name

is known



of all the songs a man may wake to moan



yours the name I pray and cry

yours the door I'm waiting by

mine the sin that wastes its breath

mine the verse done half to death