- boriel

I die to save them
even though I cannot
"They have taken the little ones"

I die in shame
on bended knee,
humbled before the enemy.

I die in torment.
I have betrayed a friend;
I am alone and broken.

I die in grief.
Willingly would I die
to undo what I have done.

I die in pain.
I do not feel these arrows;
my heart is breaking.

I die in silence.
Choking back sobs;
my very soul is wounded.

I die in peace.
I see compassion,
a gentle face, a soothing touch.

I die forgiven,
my soul can sleep.
I am redeemed - it is a gift.