God and I
 

An aching heart no conciliation,

A wounded soul, a savage breast,

To who might I appeal for respite,

When love I trusted dies a death?

 

When I come home there's no one waiting,

When I lay my head I wonder why,

When I think of all the love I wasted,

I hope her life's more full than mine.

 

A weary mind confused and lonely,

A tearful eye that never dries,

To where might I refer my chagrin,

There's nowhere save 'twixt God and I.

 

© Joseph G Dawson