Paradise Lost
Man's fall in the garden,
naked and afraid,
hiding from the beast inside.
Entangled within the vine,
yet you still roam free,
no end to the self destructive force inside of me.
Separated and cut off,
in the miry clay you lay.
Created in perfection,
made to rule but you rule not.
You find yourself undone,
self inflicted wound,
from the cradle to the tomb.
Paradise lost.
Copyright © David Cathey | Year Posted 2016
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