CAPTIVE

Sorrow opens her mouth
And tells me
To copy her words.

It does not seem right.
My words are my own, though
Verily
My soul belongs to God.

I have seen Him, the God of Israel
And breathed the breaths of
My brother, the Lamb.

Oh sorrow,
You have locked me in a room
With my sins and
Piled them
High
Against the door.