Spiritual Apathy

My spiritual APATHY has d r o w n in the waters of a dead reverie, my intense desperation has washed up along the frigid arctic tidal shore. In this time of remorse I hold onto moments of despondency, for DESPAIR prevails... once more. When the tides crash, my futility becomes hope- when the holy waters drip, is when I can no longer cope. Misery has become my w e a k n e s s, trivial ANGUISH has been held with desire. The chills of a fever runs down my spine, burning my soul into e t e r n a l fire. For I can no longer see what is mine, as this DEJECTION has brought me higher. I walk the narrow line... one last time. When founts cascade, I hear imperfection- I crave divinity, a blissful connection. Ten thousand wars have come, FIVE THOUSANDS more to arrive. I've been t r a p p e d in fate's fear without the motivation to survive. I am crippled when pain does appear, and with each breath death comes with insecurity. I'm a willow weeping, each barren branch reminds me of... life's obscurity. When mountains crumble, my contentedness flees- it's only constant heartache, that my CRAVING SOUL sees. NA in contest: CONTEST NO 365, any theme, any form, max of 25 lines Judged: 11/19/2017 2:43:00 PM Another 2017 Stunner Poetry Contest Date Written: October 11, 2017