Isaiah

why should you be beaten anymore why do you persist in rebellion

your whole head is injured your whole heart afflicted

from the sole of your foot to the top of your head there is no soundness only wounds and bruises and open sores not cleaned or bandaged.

you are desolate

and still you smoke that hell with your fire

lord I still have clean air in my lungs to pollute

I can still crawl on my belly or drag my blistered feet across town my body is tired I'm exhausted frail and seem weak my mind is distorted but there's still blood flowing in my veins to poison the fire in my belly is yet to ignite I find no shelter from your bitter wind relentless rain and to you I curse daily with my sharp tongue with such vicious words of hatred I wish to live not yet I'm too afraid to die as I know what awaits me in death you ask why I persist I'm too cowardly to take my own life so I continue to struggle in pain completely lost and destitute hoping one day I shall be found and given a soft bed to lay my crown and maybe even one day find the peace I once knew as a young child but until that day I shall persist and live each day to be beaten relentlessly as I only find comfort in pain