Internal Damnation

A soul with out creation, a core heart with no sensation, a body with out designation, a brain with no stimulation, a mind-less mind, so blind, it’s conscious is unkind. A heart muscle that just beats, not knowing why, and what it is keeping alive. A seed to sow, but refuses to grow, does not care to see, what a beautiful thing it may bring. Eye’s that only see what they want to see. That view the unclean; thinking it is a normal thing. A night of sleep but refuses to dream for it does not want to see the person they really might be, and not have the control stop such a thing. Two hands that were given free will to touch and feel, like a blind eye; it can not see what it feels. Two feet to choose what ever permanent path they want, chooses a path with no direction, with out divine reason, lacking humanity has a word. I have cried and cried for this soul, I have tried and tried to change such behavioral ways, but know I realize I can only just pray and hope that eternity won’t end up being the same as the temporal way’s this soul has displayed. And I shall pray for myself for being so futile and vain caused by the root of such pain.