Poem 2/27/2014

From the deepest depths, smoke rises
Souls are pulled into agony
Devoid of all true happiness
Full of fury, pride, and envy

Never dreamt of eternal life
Arms were short, hands were always sealed
Never thought of perpetual strife
Heart was small, love was ne’er revealed

Minds were shut intentionally
Wisdom was nescience, light was black
Irrational faith was with me
Pure righteousness, great was the lack

No escape from chains of bondage
False belief is chosen instead
Struggling through this endless wreckage
As I will soon be with the dead

A gleam of sunlight passed my eyes
Exhausted and tormented still
Petrified with my own demise
Time has stopped and I lost my will

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