No Hope of Home
I blindly stumble on finding myself neither with direction nor familiar path in aimless pretense there is yet purpose to my life - though is evident to all I am found lost within the barren territories of my own mind, void of reasonably presented logic and run aground with no hope of home. My soul in constant outcry as one lost in the darkness of abyss searching in anxious wait there be reply more than my own echoed refrains of haunting plea.
Through dissection of the past I slow the hands of time in flailing attempt to take deep notice of my failings, tracing through every act resulting in sorted outcome with hope that new found revelation allow reversal of such transgressions which lead to result of this hell in which I now exist. I search a morning sky to find no sun upon it, containing no light no dark no color no passion - devoid of life or signs therein for I am blinded by the emptiness of a life without you, overcome in my longing to once again fall into your arms and experience your love and your grace.
Moon Stars Jupiter and Mars are removed from this lifeless life to which I am now chained.
This harsh stone of reality and my own brokenness bind me as I am cast into the sea of the vanquished separated from the ears of god that my anguished cries be not heard.
My Love, my Hope my Goddess further from thee I have never been with loss unfathomable even when presented in compare to history’s well written walls.
You have with your withdrawl withdrawn my world from me
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