Night after night
The hassock in my room,
The only safe haven
Against the bale anguish
Of times,
Reminding me of
Happiness gone by…
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Worn from kneeling,
Furrowed from weeping
And sighing,
The purple velvet still
Carries traces 
Of time impressed
With the Lord's prayers…

Above, a crucifix in
The wrath of God
Reminds me of my
Insignificance…
My feeble and quiverving hands
Are joined together
Convulsively around
A rosary,
Hopelessly rising towards Thee
Begging your:
Miserere, Domine!