Titled The Psalmist Creed, emerging poet Asford Psalms’ weekly poetry column consists selected poems from his yet-to-be-released debut collection.

Here is Pluers (Tears):

 

I remember the time I smiled.

I remember the wish I made; that it lasts for awhile.

I’ve been there and done that.

I’ve seen fair and what is not.

And when I remember when it was not, I still smile; at a cost.

At the cost of tears.

 

I have family.

But I’m alone.

I have a father.

But I know not which of us is an imagination of a shadow.

I have a mother.

And when I remember, my smile turns cold.

I have friends.

But their intentions aren’t known.

I have enemies.

And my fears keeps to unfold.

I have God.

But my prayers have kept too long.

 

I am tempted to ask why with my tears that seem not to run dry.

Will it be wrong to ask why?

I pray it wouldn’t be wrong because the tears won’t stay in; right where they belong.