soul cry

I spent today,frivolously wasting away
time past, unearned, melting pot of clay.

Realizing all is given, somehow still meritoriously driven
impulsive thought, greatest gift death, escape from prison.

Proud and wisely absent, this vein pumps a wicked current
nothing untouched, thieving all, trail of weeping lament.

Left questioning the sovereign planting, the gracious grafting
tiresome dichotomy, empty heart, soul cry for truth pacifying.