Birds inside My Head

The invisible screeching birds of prey
Choosing not to care of the words I pray
Preferring instead in my head to stay
Finding comfort in my matter of gray

In fits of hunger they peck at my eyes
Sending my screams into the darkened skies
Oh my God to You I shout many whys
A puddle of tears upon my face lies

Can someone please tell me why this must be
What must be done now to set myself free
When those of much knowledge cannot agree
Of how from the winged creatures I may flee

To remove the curse that I am under
How long must I be these creatures’ fodder
No want to become a constant beggar
But sacred joy serving You forever