Poetry Reading: My Final Arrow, by Cameron Crawford

Performed by Val Cole

POEM:

Pain and grief,
Sadness and sorrow
Will I have the strength to make the morrow?

I fear my loss
Will forever emboss.
Can I shed this pain, no matter the cost?

Rage and anger
Are no stranger,
Especially towards the one born in the manger.

You watch your world burn
Through sickness and yearn,
Yet you expect yours not to turn?

The hate for you I feel
Is all too real
That there’s no longer a way you can make me
kneel.

Praying woman taken down,

As many more of yours will surely drown.
Yet I still need to yield to your falsified crown?

You are no longer the strength I borrow;
For looking to you, I now find anger and sorrow.
I’m flying from you like a fleeting sparrow,
And with me, I take my last arrow.

My feelings used to be quite reserved,
Though my eyes kept observed,
Seeing the claimed justice no longer served

Your numbers dwelling well deserved.