My soul in its prison cries, a poem by Reginald Ajay Jacob, India

My soul in its prison cries

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob

Whom should I tell,

What should I say,

All doors are bolted,

By the end of the day.

My soul in its prison cries,

None can hear it anymore,

I wear another cover,

To hide it all the more.

The burden of Atlas was hard to bear,

My burden harder still,

The heavier the weight

Of thoughts that kill.

Courageous die once, for all,

I die, again and again,

Pain crops up I bear it,

It makes me hollower and vain.

I am like a smouldering reed,

No hope for me in this land,

His promise shall only deliver,

That's the promise on which I stand.

Note -- The promise is in the Bible that Christ will protect the weak.

This poem was written in 2005 today I look back and thank Him for all His protection.

The poem was full of pain and burden yet, if you see the last line you'll find that the poet doesn't lose hope, as he is dependent on God on whose promise he is waiting. Wait on Him.