I feel this plague inside me festering, growing moment by moment...apathy and excess entwining to starve my spirit and to seek nothing more than gratifying...worshiping my sick and broken body.
What madness does possess me?
What do I see except this shallow graves
and endless rows of pale white stones
all cut from this one rock
hidden deep within my cave.
I see, I feel...but so much, so more than I is...and was and shall ever be.
Such beautiful I neglect, I hate, I spite...I write off as being lesser or just a patch as needed.
Such foolish inklings...my strength is gone
and so is my mind.
The witching hour has come
and for now
I must bid the bitter farewell
but not to shores I wish to see
but endless rotations
inside this personal cave.
I see shadows on the walls
and dare to hope,
yes dare to dream
that all that is will cease
and in its wake
brings peace beyond understanding
and love eternal
never without an end.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
