Grief

when distaste fills my mouth;
when speaking becomes like chewing needles;
when my strenght is sapped;
when I spirit loathe all
and my soul yearns for outerlife;
when violence swirls in me
and rage whirls up;
when my feelings get dirty
and I feel like taking it out
on someone or something for
all around me;
when I thirst so badly
and desire my miseries end now,now;
when I find no pleasure in nothing
and displeasure in all--
i thirst!
take me I pray to the place higher
than I.
I am done in the multitudes of my ways,
let me for once have joy and peace
in this life of mine.