Hymn

by Regis Boff

It is not enough to say all is lost
When my love is that which God will toss
Just out of my reach for all my days
Laying grief upon me in so many ways
It was wrong to invent a world where one must fathom
Hearts being dropped like leaves to a chasm
For when I arch my back and scream, “No take me”
My God, just stands there as a tree
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