does a mortal’s defeat taste sweet?
when we throw our arms up in desperation?
when we sigh so full of anguish and resignation?
when we no longer can pray or wish
and feel the burden of no hope
of no possible solution
when we pathetically pity ourselves
and feel the tears
when we feel depleted
rejected and overlooked
and completely at a loss
is it simply our doing?
or is our pleading worth hearing?