Quicker than a millstone
in an ocean with no bottom.
The world disappears.
The sun and stars are gone.
Where did the rug go?
Who clipped my wings?
When did love grow cold?
Who hears black hole screams?
. . .
Torn apart. You took everything.
In this foreign land, how can I sing?
Is this judgement? Is this vengeance?
I’ve got this sinking feeling that this
free fall to nowhere is the end of me.
. . .
Plunged into nothing, face-first.
A vision of ghosts and memories.
All, at first, are just an image, blurred.
The black is all the future offers me.
By the hand of the One
who saved me, wrecked me,
loves me, chastised me, ruined me,
died for me, prunes me, and blessed me.
“If you fail under pressure,
your strength is too small.”
So brace yourself for the free fall!
. . .
Ripped apart what I thought I loved.
Stripped apart all that was enough.
What’s left inside? A child scared to die.
It’s completely useless to try to fly.
A free fall to nowhere from above.
. . .
After you’ve destroyed
what I once enjoyed,
promise me you’ll fill the void!
. . .
Torn apart. You took everything.
From this foreign and unknown, I’m returning.
I felt the judgment. I felt the vengeance.
I’ve got this sinking feeling that this
free fall to nowhere will revive me.
Ripped apart my insecurities.
Stripped apart my pride and idolatry.
What’s left inside? A man ready to die.
Let me fall into my hidden life.
A free fall to nowhere will save me.
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