Walked alone through
life upon a twisted path
Choices shaped by fear
of an unknown wrath
No rest of laurels upon
such an anguished seat
Hope dashed on the
rocks – exiled on isle of defeat
Acrid smell of despair
- from the abyss
Soul’s yearning –
treated to a Judas kiss
Day of judgment’s
arrived – time to repent?
Release the grip of
mid-life torment!
Through faltering
fingers slid the dream
A fitful sleep ends
with a silent scream
In my side a spear –
like, divine thorn
No escape from that
which must be born
Take heed I’m told –
all is not lost
Peace can be yours – a
meager price the cost
Reach deep inside and
touch your pain
Share with open heart –
and break the chain
In light of this – may
I appeal?
Surely to God – a
better deal?
From deep within – the
still small voice
Heaven on earth - or
hell – what's then, your choice!
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