Waves

Of sadness

Beating upon the shoreline

Of my soul

Ceaselessly.

 

Bones

Crushed to

Powder neath relentless blows

Of hammer

On Anvil.

 

Lips

Cold as stone

Murmuring and back-biting

Forever

And always.

 

Eyes

Dry as ice

Glaring into the darkness

Devoid of

Any light.

 

Breath

Bleak and stale

Choked between teeth clenched

In wrathful,

Fearsome hate.

 

Soul

Laden with

10,000 empty promises

From the heart.

Lies, all lies.

 

Grace

Pouring down

Upon barren, fruitless ground,

Washing clean

All my filth.

 

Truth,

What is truth?

You will know the Truth, old man,

And be set

Free indeed.