I feel terrible for

Using you

I feel grief and mourning

For losing you

My beloved,

Hated by many

Yet loved by

One,

Yet the beloved one

Who was given a

Crown arrayed in

Flowers,

Beat you, asked 

Who hit you, and

Gave you a

Crown of thorns

 

When you held

That shopping 

Cart

What were you

Shopping for?

A girlfriend,

Who left the 

Fridge as

Empty as the

Desert you

Wandered in,

With cacti poking

Your every step?

Or perhaps

Some food to

Supply you

In your

Never-ending journey

Full of cacti. 

 

You said your piece

And we gave you

A crown of stones

Clothed all over

Your body,

And despite the

Stones thrown by

Goliath,

You, David, had

Prayed with your

Last two breaths,

That avenged you

With their heart-shaped

Stones,

God slinging your

Breaths,

Cutting Goliath's

Head off, 

For your beloved 

Hands to carry.