The Pain of Loss

White walls closing in
can't taste where I've been
faces flashing
green then gone
lifted hand provides to ease
my tourtured soul I can not please
sucide
The Cowards Way
and life is much too short
pain
burning deep inside
a guilt I can not find
a splash of blood
ruby
but not my own
Healing Hands pierced
for the sake of others
who is this stranger on a cross?
what motivates his gift?
yet as my mind provides the scene
my heart beats a hymn
to the God who bore for me
the pain
of innocence
lost.