A God Does Judge

I knelt there,
a holy place;
inside me not
is God’s grace.

What would
I beg forgive?
Life’s no bliss;
I sedated live.

My god ease
he does not
anguish I do
vanquish rot.

I do humbly
examine bold
a euphoria
within a cold.

Vanish I’ll go
unto a place
scared to go;
a vice I taste.

I’d seek not a
place to numb
if judgement
had not begun.

©jwinchester