The Moya View

Tag: despair

  • The Dry

    The Dry

    My heart’s voice cries in the sand, oceans of mourning lost in the dry, lying, not listening, not understanding, as my end fire burns in the western sky, perpetually and always ahead of me, waiting for the last grain to pour from my side.

  • Answered and Unanswered Prayers

    Answered and Unanswered Prayers

    Many are the mothers who cry to Godfrom the release of woe for slain sons.How mother and child, prayed innocently with pure heart, to be spared violence’s plagueBut from the high placesthe prayers that are grantedis for power, power and gloryand honor forever- and nothing more.

  • Talking Away

    Talking Away

    I use to think about grief,building loss on loss, sorrow on sorrow,into a silent groan in my bowelsof ever churning lamentsmourning for the comfort of dead faces.All the sorrow and lost infused my words. It leaked out to the white spaces betweenunwanted vowels and syllables : to the house gone, parts removed,friends lost, the broken…

  • Salvage

    Salvage

    What keeps me holding onto my old self, preventing me from casting it into past swells?   Something detested, adored, hymned too, haunted, cancer ridden, inflamed, grieving   and torn- yet beloved, pulled forward into an ocean of tomorrow and tomorrow’s   swimming to hope or drowning in hopelessness, never knowing where my forgiveness exists…