The Long Wait

I kneel in tattered clothing by the path of my Lord, Waiting for his stone heart to set me free, My knees grow sore for long is his journey, With my head bowed,tears of anguish falls down my cheeks, Icy hygroscopic rains beat upon the field, leaving my fertile land desolate, The harsh winds of uncertainties pierce my sorrowful eyes, As the hope that i long for gets out of reach, Vultures of the fiery sun feast on my stale flesh, Leaving my tongue to shout in the pain of my failures, My teeth are stained with the blood of regret, As I live on the thorny fruits of the plains, Off the distance do I hear the hoofs of his horse ride by, As I walk on my knees to his side, The cry of freedom do I shout for , As I raise my bound hands to his sight, But filled with the pride of the heart he spits into my pain, With contempt and hate in his eyes he darts off, As I am left kneeling in my sorrows, Waiting for his next ride along my path,