tell me, Dominus

Roofs melting

under the blazing sun,

the air grows

weary with anticipation

of the imminent demise.

tell me, Dominus.

do you enjoy

torturing me?

the day is flaming hot,

yet i shiver under your glance.

tell me, Dominus,

did your heart know fear?

is being different

really a sin

in your eyes?

what does your heart

tell you?

they say

torture is pleasure

when you love

the hand that cuts you.

did I not love enough?

tell me, Dominus,

swear you never cared.

tell me, Dominus,

where does it start?

where does love turn

to hatred,

bitterness and neglect?

does the Victorious Sun

blind your silver eyes?

see me-

i am right there,

unchanged. unwavering.

tell me, Dominus,

what is the difference?

death is never the end.

but perhaps

it is simply a bargain

we’ve made long ago

with those who sent us?

weep for me, Dominus

let your tears

flow like the mighty Tiber.

let them wash me

away.

tell me. Dominus,

am I ready to die?