THE BASEMENT


Mind tormented,
flesh torn apart.
Heart in deepest agony,
atmosphere dark.
Eyes wide open,
visibility naught.
Perilous landscape,
danger fraught.
Silver lining,
my soul sought.
In freezing waters,
a cuddly warmth.
I try to resist,
but tears drop.
Yet hope persists,
among cadaver rot.
Angelic beauty,
could never so maul.
Bless me once again,
O dear Lord!

1 comment:

venus said...

Some perfect luking things never take shape..... Those are the most hurt who believe... May b I was a believer of your creed.
But the tears must drop for a new world to come by...