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
Copyright © Beautiful Scars | Year Posted 2017
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