The Abyss

My grieving heart is powerless to quell the rigors of life in this world that I dwell haunted by hate for having loved too well, I don’t know what this journey will foretell. And now I suffer a fate worse than hell To love passionately and dare not to tell, While my damned demons howl and yell these benumbing fears my voice curtail. Pursued by spirits of darkest night may impel before long my poor soul will be hauled to hell that no harrowing abyss on earth can parallel and no wizard can break this most awful spell. Did I turn my eyes away from God that I fell into this accursed abyss, this bottomless well? Henceforth, with a heavy heart I bid farewell to find a higher plane for my soul to dwell. ~A Brian Strand Contest. ~Contest: Pick a Title Vol. 2 Rhyme ~Sponsor: Edward Ibeh