When the object of this mine affection

When the object of this mine affection
No more shall be a thing of superficiality
Upon the reawakening
Find me where I am

Too oft hath my eyes so strained
Too oft hath my ears so trained
To that thing deformed
And lost of meaning

The poison long hath remained
The wound oft unwrapped
Hath gained a putrid
Stench

Oh to have the thing clean off
And start again
To be washed
Of this clinging
Excrement

My life tis full of it
So oft control
Hath dug into me
A deeper hole

For pride no help
Would have of it
For too fargone
To handle it
Alone

Yet this
Tis not of thy
Own will
Thy work twas made
To conquer still

To put to death
At once
That life may
Return anew

Oh for such a chance
Tis mine to gain
If to relinquish long
The pain of it

When at last
The fit no more
Shall have its way
So come

Thy mercy
And restore me
So bring me
Into thy
Glory

Where ere
The story
Shall end
And a new
Journey
Begin

-Joshua Lee Foist