Untitled Poem

Waking to God’s blue light shining in through the early morning Wandering about, ready for the fight, winding up and down, still storming.

Out the door, another round. Knowing he might crown himself or wake in mourning.

Down the road, Beyond the mountain toad Faith beginning to erode Something still guards the load Who will break the mode?

Where are we to go Alongside the trail of broken screams Silent waters flow Crashing over the house of dreams

Beneath the depression of the sky He listens for a reason why But every answer passes by Wrapped inside another lie

Faithlessly burning through source He reaches out into the abyss Shadows reach back with no remorse Pre-prepared, he lunges forward and doesn't miss

Now sinking slowly into despair Kicks over the holy chair Staring down what's unfair But winning the battle unaware

Written first using PeakD