Judas’s Sorrow

Judas’s Sorrow

By W. E.Everhart

“Cry, muse, of ancient woes untold, 

Melodies of sorrow, dark and cold. 

Cry to me the thoughts that bind, 

The depths of anguish in thee mind. 

Cry, and in thy tears, let me find, 

O fleeting peace for this horrified mind. 

Comment on the sorrow, deep and vast, 

The horizon's edge, where shadows cast. 

O Fleeting ships, adrift in despair, 

Echoes of anguish fill thee air. 

What sins have thee, in darkness, wrought? What crimes against the light have thee brought? Oh mother, in thy arms I plead, 

For solace in this hour of need. 

Rise, son of Simon, from thy slumber deep, Behold the tears that silently weep. 

For I am fallen, lost in strife, 

Trapped in the labyrinth of life. 

In the shifting sands of time's wicked reign, A year's passage feels but a day's disdain. 

A decade's sorrow unfolds in a month's might, And a millennium's flight matches a century's blight. Like an exiled soul, thee should roam,

For I am broken, far from home. As broken as a heart can be, Only thee deserve no peace."