Hiob

I long to die
In the mother’s womb
Then I‘d sleep
And be at rest
Never alive
Like a miscarriage
That has been buried
In mud and dirt

Isn’t he here
To take our weakness
And to bore
Our disease

Shouldn’t he
Save us from drowning
Yet no calm in sight

Futile, useless
Pathetic and wretched
Perverted and embezzled

Idle, feckless
Acts of compassion
Serve wore and shine

One misconception
As it ever was
Acts and words
Just echos in the void

Not a glass of wine
Nor a loaf of bread
Will ever change
A certain fate

Why does God
Give a light
To the weary
And afflicted hearts

That wait for death
And it does not come
And paths are covered
All around

But as expected
Still left alone
But as expected
Not a bit of hope