Your words unspoken have drained
me - soaked me
with remorse and hatred of
those things left to melt away;
fade; drip; through a meaningless
pool of regret.
Seeing into your soul so clearly -a tumultuous river
relentlessly blaming its watery veins - striving to be understood -
appreciated - loved -
My heart quakes. My petrified soul allegedly withstood the pain;
now
the sharp pangs of Chaos pulsate through my mind
torn, ripping,
extracting
every detail - into the maelstrom unleashed.
Distress is my companion -
Anarchy, my aid -
You, however remain
a dull cave
of guilt:
Strangely, the artery proceeding
my dying soul is here; etched, carved in
lies
within You, my Saviour.
Copyright © JRFB 2012
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