There are times when I wished the clock would just stop,
Feeling that dull emptiness flowing down from my top,
Piercing my heart and destroying my crop,
Withering my soul and separating me with a blistering chop.
I have felt that lost forever separation that keeps me awake,
I know there is a reason why I saw Hell make no mistake,
But why did it have to shake me violently like a huge quake,
I will never be the same in my mind still raw from that rake.
He was dead and they just kept rushing by,
Not stopping the tears as I began to cry,
There was no reason to question by asking why,
Most explanation of “Why have You forsaken Me!” a lie.
The electricity surged twice with convulsions so wrenching,
That eternal thirst lost leaving no hope of quenching,
Overwhelmed by the weight imposable of benching,
Knowing how that place caused His bloody body was so drenching.
The echo of that sound when the lungs release that final gasp,
Or the rumbling thud of a tight fisted needle in ones grasp,
Nerves and muscle tissue jelling by memories of the past,
The truth becoming plain and forever cast.
Jolting me hard and rocking me back came the final charge from the paddles,
I wasn’t clear when it was time causing my teeth to rattle,
There is just one word that could have saved all this babble,
BLACK has a place and most will travel.