Lament Poem

Lament Poem

Robert Deimel


I can feel the darkness round me
permeate my thought and will;
As a sinister imposter
advocating all that's ill.

Once again my plea for mercy
goes unheeded as before;
Once again the silence deafens --
solitude and nothing more.

So try again, I raise my thoughts
in supplication hoping still
for succor I was taught would be
for me available at will.

I know not how to make my prayers
in greater earnestness or truth;
The pain is real, the future dire;
and gone are confidence and youth.

And what purpose could be served
by unrelenting dark malaise?
How can this pretend to aid
in offering up the gift of praise?

What can I in crushed demeanor
do to foster life or good?
How can I with darkened spirit
stand where saints before have stood?

Am I punished for transgressions
dire but unbeknownst to me?
Must I live my life unknowing
how I might return to Thee?

Speak to me and give me solace,
reassure me one more time.
Help me with my weakened faith;
impart me with your grace divine.

I can feel the darkness round me
permeate my thought and will.
Give me courage, strength and vision;
lift me up, embrace me still!