See the pain in me, O Lord of mine. I shed my tears, calling out to you in the sacred hours, praying for relief. Life feels like a path paved with grief, consumed by the eerie silence that wraps around me. It is like magma burning inside, never erupting, trapped in a cycle of suffering. O Lord, see the pain in me.
Forgive my sins, free me from this torturing agony where hope does not reside, and melancholy reigns supreme. I am hollow, like a tree trunk stripped of life, my feelings dead and my tears bearing witness to this emptiness. Give me just a portion of bliss, O Lord of endless treasures. I am not an oyster, but my pain shall surface as a pearl—though I can no longer endure it. I am infidel, lost in the turmoil of my own soul, fragile and tender, standing between faith and hopelessness, like an insect consumed by a luminous flame.
The form of my pain is like an emergent rock from a violent explosion, raw and unyielding. I wait for your mercy as a desert waits for rain, as a valley moans for rivers that have changed their course. I am like a kite torn in the wind, a ship shattered after the tempest. I am a shadow no one sees in the dark, fading into the silence, unheard and unseen.
Fill me with your mercy, O Lord, for only you can ease the torment within me. See the pain in me, and grant me the grace I so desperately seek. O Lord of mine, hear my prayer.