The End

The end is near
and I am standing alone to meet you.
I hear the trumpets of your essence
and I hear the screams from my dreams.
Can you not see?
I am dragging the ghosts of my past with me.
Will you not seize my soul now
and let the end be done with?
Yes, I cannot see you.
I cannot feel you.
Yet all I have is you
whose deity is more divine
than what my corrupt mind could comprehend.
I knock on your door and leave
when I don't hear your voice.
Only to return again.
What my fore-fathers envisioned
shall end with me
with no one to carry on my own blood.
So let me stand alone
where I can kneel before you, my soveriegn
in the courts of courts
and when my time is delivered
I shall rip open my chest
and present you my righteous heart
that bears the marks of infidelity.
It shall beat in your hands
and cry out "I have loved
and I have loved truly."
Until then, I shall await thy justice.

04 April 2010