There is comfort above and a nightmare below, and If I’m not careful, my blind vulnerability will lead me astray My deceitful heart will make the wrong choices, hear deceptive voices, and follow the loveless lies of those who brandish the cross It will lure my soul down with bound ankles, stripped of morals, caught in perpetual sorrow, where no poets survive My body pulled by underworld forces, through a cosmic hole, a convoluted maze, rigid and dreamless.
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A strong under tow of emotions, and swimming sideways across the rip tide in the best way out …
Yep, Ivor. That’s the way to navigate this dilemma. 🙂🏊♂️🏊♂️
This is the second poem in a row I’ve read tonight that takes a very dark turn.
You must be due for one more. Keep reading. 🙂
Yes, these things do tend to come in threes. 🙂
And despite all of that horror your journey will have been worth it in the new beginning.
Hope so, Paul. 🙂
I agree with you, Paul. Sometimes a journey through the “dark night of the soul” will reveal light and new beginngs.
The cosmic hole… who knows what lies there. It could be a portal to a more interesting reality. Or it could be another black hole.
Hope it’s a more interesting reality with more compassion.
I could not agree more!
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Very powerful and relatable. 🙏
Thank you, Sacred Souls. 🙂