Tristan Robert Lange
To Death I Am Bound
The sun is out
But I see only gray;
A perfect finish
To an exhausting day.
Drained emotionally,
Numbed with fears,
I wish I had the answers
That could dry up my tears.
Yet, those don\'t exist
No solutions can be found,
No savior has manifested—
To death I am bound.
The angels they mock me,
The saints just look down;
The church is a stumbling block
Planted, like death, in the ground.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
Originally published on tristanrobertlange.com, September 4, 2025.
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