The Day of my Birth.

I curse the day I was born,
Let there on it, not any dawn,
No joyous shout save wails,
Let there be pain in its trails,

Let that day be burnt from history,
None to tell and speak of my story,
Wails dominated and shrieks birth,
All more tragedies, the day I came forth,

Why did the earth recieve me,
I could have been a still born, set free,
Or born with complications that kill,
My death, just a few eyes tears fill,

Curse that ground that I first touched,
Let there be desolation readily perched,
No greenery around for a mile,
Death in vicinity, waste in pile,

Let that night be the fearful with no light,
Let there be thunder and rain wherever sight,
Crawling creatures be out to sting and bite,
Pain everywhere and darkness in full might,

Because that day allowed and I lived,
Now I lay ploughed, sapped and sieved,
I will bless the day when my breath stops,
Where my heart does the final collapse.

Jesu Valiant – 2005

~ by jesuvaliant on March 8, 2010.

One Response to “The Day of my Birth.”

  1. “Before I formed you in the womb I knew[a] you,
    before you were born I set you apart;
    I appointed you as a prophet to the nations.”- JER 1:5

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