I cry

Trials in tribulations and persecutions

I cry drench
My bed with tears
As my brench
In this unseen heat- sears;
Toasting like a canoe
In the wild sea
Of this infenor
Until by grace I sleep
My pain seen perpetual.

Then I awake from terrifying dreams
For this unwelcomed fate
Out of thirst and hunger in the flame
As pant, grasp and hate
My state
While my revilers bespeak
What unheard without grace
As they feast on my leaves
While I sleep by grace

Author's Note

The speaker in this poem speaks of adversaries, persecutions and endurance through turbulent time.