I Eat My Bitter Heart

I eat my bitter heart, black coal
with tar blood which seals the lip of a wound
that splays my ribcage open.

This curse repeats, a never ending play
of bleeding shadows, puppet show
to entertain minions
of Satan.

Oh Darkness, mother, embrace my bitter heart;
touch my frail soul that begs for your mercy alone.

My bitter heart, is a toy,
is a toy, for some
for some minions
of Satan and of God.
And for all humans.

Oh Darkness, my friend, embrace my fearful heart.
This frail soul begs for your mercy alone.

What nightmares did you sow in my mind
O Jesus
that the brooding canopies of its lush growth
shut out the merest speck of light.

Darkness, kind stranger, put your arms around my frail body
Close my eyes with cold palms
I beg for your mercy alone.