The Voice of God

If the anchorage of the wayward mind is unsteady Unbound to the righteous roots of sanctified soul In the dislodging thrust of the upwelling desires The untamed instincts rush wild on sordid trail. The unbridled mind turns into predator wolf Breaks away from the shackles of virtuous sanity Chases the prey on the track made by brutal power The basic instincts morph into entities base and virile. You rode the wolf on covert pathway to consume me Diverted from the course shown by moral compass I struggled in shame for long to set myself free Became a mute victim of your feral impulse. When time took me out of the vortex of vicious storm Breaking me down into discarded heap of wreckage I wondered if the feeling of guilt dawned on you hearing the conscience echo the voice of God. June 2, 2021 Contest : Voice Of Conscience Sponsor : Unseeking Seeker