From Dusk to Dawn (Poem)

From Dusk to Dawn (Poem)

An appeal to the weary and overwhelmed:

I’m a lonely man and I have always been.
I’ve never fit in, not with fam’ly or friend.
I try to reach out, but I pull back again.
A life of solitude is my story’s end.

Like the mother who weeps when her kids are grown.
Like an island in the sea swimming alone.
Like the howling wolf with the saddest of tone.
A sorrow echoes like none I’ve ever known.

Once bitten twice shy, I hide behind a wall.
With no doors or windows or entrance at all.
An impregnable fortress with towers tall.
Deaf ears that won’t listen when comforters call.

My soul longs for the day that it might be free.
My hands are on the bars but I have no key.
A glimmer of hope I am longing to see.
I reach for the sunlight but it eludes me.

While the sky is painted dark with shades of grey.
While the rain is falling on my head today.
I’m resigned that life will always be this way.
I would like to die, but instead I will pray.

Perhaps the Lord will hear my feeble cries.
The Word says a broken heart He’ll not despise.
Perhaps He’ll wipe away the tears from my eyes.
Perhaps one day from the dust I will arise.

But until then I think I’ll keep pressing on.
Who knows what will happen between dusk and dawn.

David Lamb