Day's New Start

by C.B. Jerman

My time awake is poorly spent

Each night under the sky is lent

By God. This time is truly meant--

Do good or make in hell a dent.

At will I lie and I deny

and this cold heart I do defy.

But, each new day I spend and die,

Has earth let out her gruesome sigh

The light of each new day that's born

shows me how my soul is torn

Mistakes of old try me to warn

and still the clouds in me do mourn

The rain of time yields nought but blood

A subtle; wretched; flashing flood

The smooth slim sword of pain cannot

Stop time but leaves me here to rot

And so I lay, alone I die.

And creeping comes that shadow's spy

to wrench my soul from out my heart

My anguished whole do I impart

Yet I again watch day's new start