Unwell
The spirit is striving to obtain perfection.
However, his goal is marred by his selection.
His once pure heart is now filled with tainted desire.
For all that he cares about is power being acquired.
After he realizes what he has done, it's too late.
For in his wake is the havoc he did create.
He turns back to his loving friends for support.
Unfortunately he thinks there is no hope so he must abort.
He looks to the heavens for an answer.
All that he sees are images that are blurred.
Alone he says, "I need help", before he fell.
He is not crazy but he is unwell.
Copyright © Marcie Wodlinger | Year Posted 2005
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