Poetry Time: More Wait

More weight! —Giles Corey

Into desire, go
seeking.
Arise, awakened,
weeping.

The world a weight on
shoulders.
Yearning that gently
smolders.

All this writing turned
to ash.
Lighter than the breath
—a crash—

into my lungs, air.
My eyes
fill and suffer tears—
those lies.

A farce, hopelessness—
until
I am raised in Him,
His will.