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.
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