My Resignation

My tears have failed me,
My lips are sealed,
My mind is at a loss,
I have none to feel.

The night is passing
And the silence is shrill;
I am left sunken
As time stood still.

Forward, I looked on
To a day so bleak;
All spite has been served
To the Faultless and Weak.

Should breath be drawn
For another word of loath,
Let it cut like a knife
And sting us both.

For mine is the worth
Of a humbling thought:
I am a sinner whose love
You have always sought.