Sinew stiches

I grasp loosely onto the hems of Jesus' robes for dear life.
but my leprosy had already eaten up my fingers.
the fading sight of the sunset encapsulates the loss of a figure of hope and a pillar of peace;
so steadfast.
this brings me immense sorrow and overwhelming discomfort.
life becomes adrift as even the subconscious conscience seizes to resist nor exist.
i become an island hence inhuman.
my soul tries to tear the body open to escape but the stubborn bloody sinew stitched back every attempt. i find myself tortuously stuck,
claustrophobic.

i quiver and say "O Lord give me strength..."