LO beHOLD, i lefT mE heRE

Where the slopes are steep,
I thanked the lord for mercies granted,
for lo behold, a life to reap,
and deep in soil, my regrets were planted.

One motionless day, ten years later,
My life embroiled in stagnation,
I had become life’s true hater
And spat at the notion of creation

I climbed the slopes once more,
and lo behold, a weeping tree did stand,
though nothing i had heard in lore,
prepared me for a sight so grand.
One million tears fell from the branches
regret’s own tree with vigour dances
a dance of melancholic longing
a dance that lasts until the morning.

I turned to go and felt cold leaves,
wrap around my crisp shirtsleeves,
I turned to go but could not leave,
I cried for help but could achieve,
only sorrow ever more
only longing need to go.

So here I stand, beside that tree,
regret lives deep inside of me,
I pass the days deep in need,
and to the lord I do plead
to free me from my own sorrow,
and deliver me into tomorrow
but lo behold, no one listened
just left me here, life imprisoned.