Quagmire

Molten lava spews from my eyes My mouth feels dry as the scorching desert Fear, like an unyielding boulder lies on my chest My heart chases after the wayward wind A pit is forming in my stomach, My head is riding upon a vortex Conflicting thoughts swirling through my mind forming a surrealistic whirlpool, And I stand rooted to the ground like the Ancient Oak. A sense of emptiness mushrooms within me like morning miasma obscuring visibility, My past dusted off into oblivion Every moment henceforth is pregnant with novel challenges, Tackling a new task overwhelms me and despair pervades my soul undeterred— Bond by fate Tethered to faith, Laden feet, I am getting mired deep in a spiritual quagmire unable to claw my way up to Mount Calvary. ~09/26/21 ~Contest: "Q" (Quagmire) ~Sponsor: Constance La France.