I Am a Broken Bone

These half score years for me have been a war, My soul a broken bone reset in place, The girl He made was meant for so much more. In vain, I searched for naught I could adore, With those I loved I could not keep apace, These half score years for me have been a war. Like vermin, filth, I writhed upon the floor, O pain, the heat, I dared not show my face, The girl He made was meant for so much more. Like paper, silk, myself from Him I tore, My sickened mind, impenitent and base, These half score years for me have been a war. I fancied myself locked behind a door, Kept from the Light by chains and heavy space, The girl He made was meant for so much more. Though not quite mine, I know what lies in store- After it all, I hunger for His Grace. These half score years for me have been a war, The girl He loves is meant for so much more.