Haiku Inspired By and Adapted From Kinot, Wriiten Today, Tishah Be'Av

Would that I could soar
I would make The Heavens cry.
And find the right words.

I would remember
that I was once married to
The Holy Torah.

Each year we proclaim,
"This is the redemption year."
But have we been wrong?

We were disgusted
with conversations in which
we accepted G-d.

I've suffered so much
that I've become almost mute.
May He save me soon.

I've become storm tossed
like a ship wrecked moaning boat,
because I left G-d.

Does every word count?
Or are there things that count more?
Are there wordless words?