I’M SPENT
My time grows short.
I’m about done. I’m spent.
Uncertain in an uncertain
world. I call-out his name.
He’s no-longer here. I weep.
I hang my head in grief.
Misery lies beside me thru-
out the nights. A hollow-
ness inside me now, that
pains, more than any pain
allows. My time is spent.
My faith has shrunk. There
are walls that no-one can
climb. Climb one & there’s
another one behind. They
say the best thing comes
last. Only if we can last.
But I am spent.
— Ray Laccetti