He just sits there
silent staring
at the world,
yet uncaring.
Without movement,
without motion,
eyes just drifting
like the the Ocean.
I found him there
when I came in,
in your chair
he is stayin'
Patchwork ghoul
of friends I knew nought,
faces I once passed
but then sought,
Who begged for bread
and got not rock,
nor coin, nor crumb
from charity locked.
Who asked for smile,
eyes and a laugh,
received blank stare
from this dead wraith
Under the faces,
ever changing,
stays the beast
motionless remaining
Whose eyes pleaded
for attention.
Who reached out
with loving intention.
Holding me
within your arms,
fighting off
all that could harm.
Yet pushed away
by some great ego
Abandoned
as off I go.
Asking for but
faith to atone
within hearts fleshy
finding only stone,
Uncircumcised,
dead.
Always a statue
still unmoved.
Thy hands spread wide
east and west encompass
spill thy blood
on stone and on rock.
Still accursed,
I wander below,
I long for hope,
which from your side does flow.
