The tentacles of sadness entwine
And enwrap me, suffocating mind,
Dispelling thought; driving off will to dine,
Their dark ink clouds, creative urges blind,
O God, in my horror I want to scream
But restrain my shout – will any care
That I drown in depths of a tragic dream
Where study, prayer, and love seem to scare
Those I crave to aid, and amuse those who don’t?
“Fake news!” they respond to my research;
They jeer at the pain of those who groan,
Scarred by insult and stricken by assault.
They laugh, not realizing when I moan
That my scars also hurt; they do not halt.
Heed my missive, and come near to heal
The lacerations from verbal assaults
And memories – blows that made me kneel
In pain and stare at my hand in wonder
At blood just wiped from a stricken face.
Heal me, Lord; regenerate within
An urge to forgive those who attacked
And a passion to protect others at risk.
Answer me, O LORD, for your steadfast love is good; according to your abundant mercy, turn to me. Hide not your face from your servant; for I am in distress; make haste to answer me” (Psalm 69:16-17 ESV).