Guilty But Freed

Guilty but freed Loneliness of the heart is soul crippling. It's effects rippling throughout your life. Bringing strife; the sense of low worth is birth for another's pain, to void my own. Now blown out of all proportion this event, has bent the walls of my heart forever. I know this seems a messy jumble. If a humble spirit is the prize; help me, succour me, heal with your love. I'm not above but below this tangled world, As I lay curled in a tear sodden ball, Aloud I call: "Please come, be mine." Too much time and space has passed, since I last dealt in a hand. The sand of the hourglass made to pass my eyes; Tries my heart with waste; now faced with the charge. I think it's all done with, I took the fifth; knowing; I was blowing; my hope away. But "Stay" I heard his cry my ally: calling for mercy paying my debt: original and usury again...