What Might They Find There

I’ve pondered and wondered on what may be found In the depths of my being. A deep sadness from my yesterdays and maybe a sliver of hope for my tomorrows. I’ve seen the days of broken glass under my toes and have traveled to hell and back and all that is left is a pit of sorrow with a slight touch of grace. At times my grace awakens, yet my sorrow falls into the center of my essence- I have pain in my soul- Nothing can make me whole- I have regret in my core- For it is misery I adore. Believe it or not the salt from my eyes bleeds into the center of my mistakes. I hold remorse for my actions that may lead me to the gates feeling shameful. Self-pity lives in my marrow- it travels to my veins floating like a river leading to my anima. Rueful awakenings bring me to my knees and the more I falter the more I gain heartache for losses I have endured. Affliction shows liveliness and grief remains dripping into my intellect- I am full of deep woe- Just can’t let go- I am full of grief- Without any relief. Floating into the abyss of my quintessence lies memories that bring me counterfeit wealth. My riches are poor and my assets are less than average. I’ve suffered in lament and drowned in temptation. Hell is my strength and heaven is my hope- The drive for perfection is a notion of nonsense. I’ve walked that road and landed in an ocean of false prophets pretending to be much better than God- I contain a black hole- I’ve lost all control- I am filled with sincerity- Without any clarity. Without a glimmer of a chance of redemption, my soul will live a life of constant apprehension. What May They Find There Contest Sponsor: Frank Herrera Date Written: September 17, 2016