Sitting there, I
don’t know where,
A place that’s purest
black
Lying here tied up
with fear
I can’t see front or
back
The darkest place, an
empty space
Bereft of sound or
light
The walls are steep,
too high to leap
A prison far from
sight
The sides are sheer,
and far too near
Around me like a cell
As if I’ve been
trapped tight within
A shadow watered well
A hopeless fear,
resides in here,
Built into this dark
place
While black despair,
has found its lair
Beneath my weeping
face
My cage is built with
stones of guilt,
Cemented by my crimes
The walls are strong,
held up with wrongs
From all my darkest
times
While wild shame, too
fierce to tame,
Has built the walls
too high
And heavy hate has
sealed my fate
To keep me where I
lie
My memories, like
nocturne seeds,
Grow high up from the
floor
And ev’ry leaf is
sharp edged grief,
That cuts me to my
core
Remembered wrongs are
pricking prongs,
Whose poison holds me
fast
A grief-struck tree
that’s grown ‘round me
Here where no light
is cast
My darkest fears, my
bitt’rest tears,
Surround me like an
ocean
All my worst sins,
trap me within
The well of my
emotions
As I lie there, I now
know where
I gaze into the black
When suddenly,
something, I see
Is gazing softly back
A single beam, of diamond
gleam,
Far sweeter than a
choir
It sheds bright light
upon my plight,
Like sudden kindling
fire
Through darkest hate
and long lost faith,
This beam cuts like a
knife
Warm sunlight fare,
it warms my hair,
A gleam of far off
life
I know not where its
golden glare,
Comes to my self-made
hell
If it’s of me, or
something free,
Above this shadow
well
A piece of soul,
still somehow whole,
A waking, bright
intrusion
Impossibly, it shines
on me,
A ray of absolution
The grieving fronds,
my poisoned bonds,
Unwind from ‘round my
hands
And raising one, I
feel the sun,
From far off, better
lands
I grit my teeth; I gain
my feet,
The dark still holds
me tight
Through all this
pain, I do not wane,
As I look to the
light
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