A cup to quench my sorrows

By Shawn Petrie-Hallen
1-29-2016

How can you compare loss and hate
When the two things so closely relate
To one another without debate
In a twisted conformist violent state

How can you compare pain and grief
Standing alone in disbelief
Begging for mercy from the agony chief
Alone on this day of cold reprieve

How can you compare trust and love
When the skies look empty up above
And behind your back you can feel the shove
And the punishment fits you like a glove