Too many harsh words for one day.
I've had my fill of godless talk.
There are no cells left here to fight,
And nearer comes the time to walk.
The head and ears are overwrought.
The eyes too strained to see the way.
Pain is growing more, not less,
And all too soon comes brighter day.
There is no pain like lostness found
To be the lesser evil here.
For here is where the moon gives way
And sun brings tiredness and fear.
Not done yet. For good or ill
The foe bears witness to the fall
Of mighty ones who thought the self
Was going to be the all in all.
Come swifter, night, and bring your rest
On weary souls in tortured state.
The time has come, the bottom drops
And good things flee from those who wait.
postscript
Hope is coming. But not yet.