"Charity"

He did not come and the hours kept passing,
My body went bitter with pain.
The dark woods beyond felt suddenly inviting,
Through the front window, I saw nothing but rain.

The room was too cold, too dark even for darkness.
I had misjudged him once again.
And I couldn’t cope with it I tried to relax into the shelter of blindness,
My tears came I could not stop them.
I found myself searching for that spirit
He was wrong, there was nothing to fear
I felt his amity tightening in a web around me, holding me near.

The only evilness in these quarters was my own
I was weak, after all, and alone.
Hell was cold as ice and barren as winter,
And it was a place I knew too well
Hell was the distance in his eyes whenever he looked at me,
How easily I fell


"Charity"