Treasures Lost

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The night is deep. The silence, empty.
And I yearn to hear the voice of God.
At times I weep, for death seems tempting,
A soul burnt out. A broken bod.
Feelings once felt, and lives well lived,
Viewed now through looking-glass;
Like Orion’s Belt, and the light it gived
I glimpse a long lost past…
When with blazing majesty, and cosmic wonder,
She streaked across my sky;
To ignite a tapestry, of love and thunder,
So brave, we were – not shy!
And our passions birthed, a wonder-girl,
Like an angel sent from heaven;
Warm sunshine ‘earthed’ – a perfect pearl,
Alas both, from me, now driven.
Where once I held, a life so charmed,
So clean. So pure. Not odd!
In a lonely cell, my soul lays darned,
As I yearn for the voice of God…
The night is deep. The silence, empty.
And I yearn to hear the voice of God.
At times I weep, for death seems tempting,
A soul burnt out. A broken bod.
Feelings once felt, and lives well lived,
Viewed now through looking-glass;
Like Orion’s Belt, and the light it gived
I glimpse a long lost past…
When with blazing majesty, and cosmic wonder,
She streaked across my sky;
To ignite a tapestry, of love and thunder,
So brave, we were – not shy!
And our passions birthed, a wonder-girl,
Like an angel sent from heaven;
Warm sunshine ‘earthed’ – a perfect pearl,
Alas both, from me, now driven.
Where once I held, a life so charmed,
So clean. So pure. Not odd!
In a lonely cell, my soul lays darned,
As I yearn for the voice of God…
There’s irony, hypocrisy, fallacy, a vast ocean of distance to cross. The “saint”, the “sinner”, it’s lunacy, that the ignorant could save the lost.
I’m not belle of the ball, not the very least, but we have something in common, I’m in love with a beast. But the beast is not a person but a drug that I call meth, I’ve been talking to myself for hours, I’m running out of breath.
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