Hear My Cry

But when I was silent and still,

not even saying anything good,

my anguish increased.

-Psalm 39:2

How worn to the ground

must I become before

You hear my cry?

My bones are dust

and scatter in the wind.

Sleep eludes me;

I close my eyes

yet my heart races.

I am a fire that

cannot be calmed,

a thirst that

cannot be quenched.

I pace as a tiger

on the hunt.

I have nothing left.

I crumble in bits and pieces

at Your feet.

This is not enough.

Release me from

Your silence.