After Psalm 6
A thin black line
stretches before me,
a line unending
into the horizon,
into the void, no refuge,
no respite, no relief
even if only temporary,
this void I languish in,
the void I anguish in.
My voice begs forgiveness,
my voice pleads rescue,
my heart screams to avoid
the anger, the justice,
the discipline, all justified.
Photograph by David Pl via Unsplash. Used with permission.
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