A measure of time

It's 2 a.m. and you're staring through the screen
Your eyes are bloodshot and the worms are out to play
Prolonged deceit will cause the house to decay
And it is nothing like what you've seen

You lie in your bed and you gaze at the unadulterated clouds
A thunderstorm of thoughts overwhelm you

And soon- it is just a measure of time

And soon you fall asleep.

A Cliff of Roses

My cliff of roses were never mine
I sneaked there twice, and I absorbed the glorious sight
To never be there again would be such a fright
As I would never be able to once more feel this fine

The ravishing roses were stunning to behold
but when I was inattentive the thorns struck me unaware
Life grips you at times to remind how you should fare
and I reached out to touch the petals, crimson and bold

The thorns pricked me constantly but I remained calm
A lesson learnt is new knowledge found
If you actually close in you would hear a distant sound
The comforting songs of the consecrated psalm

My cliff of roses were never mine
They are just a memory, a memory I'll keep in mind
And once in a while I will still allow myself to look behind
As I would never be able to once more feel this fine

My Shepherd

Countless times your poor sheep has strayed away
Departing with indifference and a proud look
Returning weary with a frail frame that shook
But the Shepherd still welcomed me on this blessed day

Jesus, please help me to resist
The temptations and never to use my fist