Madness of the Heart
O’ impossible simple breath
Where do you go from me?
Damp sight be damning
Tight lidded, squinting shut.
Pain within invites pain without
Solitude surrounds me.
Father, I see her in vision rending
How long must I wait?
Would she fear me as I am?
Hate me for what I have been?
Pleasure denied to a lover true,
Love pains those who have hearts.
Waiting is torment endured through time,
Serving You above self-sightedness.