The pain.

Dear God, The pain is spreading.

There is water in my eyes.

The water is very still, God.

Even the birds do not fly.

I cannot see my reflection.

It is mud I feel instead.

Dear God, The pain is strong.

It is burning somewhere far.

I cannot find The pain, God.

The pain is so strong.

Will the heavens hear my cry?

Is it past the brightest star?

Dear God, my cries are deafening.

Dear God, please look down.