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.