An arrow in my chest

An arrow in my chest

World weary and how am I to rest?
Day and night, I writhe and twist.
There is an arrow in my chest,

delivered at the Friend's behest,
borne upon a waking kiss;
world weary and how am I to rest?

Stinging blade within me pressed,
does agony portend the promised bliss?
There is an arrow in my chest.

Yes, I know my unworthiness
and my heart's inability to resist.
World weary and how am I to rest?

When shall this suffering crest
then, most mercifully desist?
There is an arrow in my chest! 

By God, I have become obsessed.
My heart is gathered into a fist --
world weary and how am I to rest?
There is an arrow in my chest.

                   (Unpublished)