Hosea

- The Seasons Of Grief: Chapter I - Poem IX -

I was on a new day mending sadness,

Sewing up the scars, they cut and sliced

I trudged through an endless time-lapsed madness,

Cause that’s where my hope was sacrificed

When my truth comes out of their pleading,

In the church, there’s hopeful fleeting,

It’s “Burn the sinner” there screaming,

Whenever I pray, I stay bleeding

So, they closed the doors on Hosea because I brought sharp rain,

Said I let them down

They filled my nights with shame and distant pain,

Do you know why now?

I was in a new dawn mending fury,

Patching up the burns, I got scorched

I passed through a short-lived age of yearning,

Cause that’s when my love was torched

So, they closed the doors on Hosea because I was a sudden rain,

Said I brought disgrace

They set my life ablaze; I regret to say,

Do you see my face?

They came, they saw, they told,

But they chose deep silence

The family, the friendships, the religious sermon lines,

They left me and chose violence

Family’s tight, but nothing like blind faith,

To break a heart and leave it in decay,

Hear my voice, it never was a choice,

My life’s been cursed, or so I’ve learned

I was on a new day crawling with brashness,

Grasping to the grace thrown from my fall

I trudged through an endless rewinding marasmus,

Cause that’s where I was when I lost it all

So, they wrecked the floors on Hosea because I was too much to gain,

Said I brought pure shame

They doused my life in gray, I’m sad to say,

Was my picture cut from the frame?

It was lit with flames,

My skin was maimed

Family’s tight, but nothing like blind faith,

To rot a tree and leave it in a wraith

Hear my voice, I never had a choice,

My heart was a curse, unreturned

It was unreturned,

Not a single prayer was heard

When the first call came, they were screaming,

In the choir, there’s a sacred song

It’s “Burn the Devil” they’re screeching,

Where the truth lingers, it went all wrong,

It was all so wrong