Hey there! According to the clock I’m technically late with this blog post. Oops. Buuuut, our clocks change tonight so I’m counting it as only 11 pm instead of 12 am right now. So this blog post is still on time, ok? 😀 Daylight savings time is such a beautiful thing in the Autumn. We get a whole extra hour – a lovely gift for no reason except that the world is darkening fast and so it tries to placate us with an extra hour to sleep or work or waste time as you will. Also I’m rather tired so I’m not sure if this is making any sense. 😀 Basically I’m very excited for the extra hour because it means that church won’t be as early in the morning, and despite my love for church, my love for morning church is not very great. So yeah, sleep is good and random extra hours are good and life is good. 😀
Anyways, after that random rant, lets turn our attention to something more serious. The poem I’m sharing with you today is actually… well, I’m not really sure how to describe it. I think I’ll let it speak for itself. However – trigger warning – it talks about prostitution and uses some fairly stark language to describe it. I wanted to make a point, and sometimes it’s necessary to use blunt language in order to do so.
He sold his body for a night of pleasure,
She sold her heart for some man’s leisure,
I sold my soul for a loaf of bread,
Now together we have all lost our heads.
Numb from the pain of darkness that grips so tightly,
Aching from the loss of light that once shone so brightly,
Wounded and weeping for a love long gone,
Together we huddle and wait for the dawn.
He – a lost cause.
She – just a whore.
Me – I’m just lost,
And longing for more.
Together we wander,
Groping in the dark,
Searching for love,
But missing the mark.
I fear for tomorrow,
She fears for today,
He regrets last night,
We all long for yesterday.
Looking for something much deeper than this –
a handful of crumbs, a last stolen kiss.
Surely there must be something more out there…
Perhaps a spark of hope that we can all share?
After all, that’s all that we’re looking for –
Just a scrap of hope to show that there’s more…
Is there more than the dark and the empty pain,
More than the fleeting moments of lust?
Please, please tell me there is something to gain
In the clinging onto hope – will we learn to trust?
Please, take my hand and lead me,
I have nothing left to give.
Bring me safe into the light
And show me how to live.
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