Saturday, February 1, 2014

Silent Plea

Caught up in this mire
And I cannot find a way out,
Try as I may to get a foothold,
All there is to grasp is thin air,
Scrapes of straw no stronger than wisps,
And so deeper in this abyss I recede.
Even underneath a thousand protective layers,
The filth is not at bay,
On my knees, fervent orisons recited,
Yet the shadows of sin mockingly hover again and again,
Each one with a different Burthen,
Needing the might of a million Alcides' not to shudder and buckle beneath the weight.
Before my very eyes, I am losing all of life,
As the very essence of me sails away,
Set for a course on collision with utter damnation,
And my reach falls well short of the breaks...
Is there anyone out there that sees,
Someone, anyone who can hear this silent plea.

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