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Slump
Posted On: 05/03/2008 21:54:45
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Locked between three fires
Waiting, Depressed, Despair
I ever love where never hope appears,
Yet hope draws on my never-hoping care,
And my life's hope would die, but for despair;
My never-certain joy breeds ever-certain fears;
Yet my hope's wings are laden so with fear
As they cannot ascend to my hope's sphere;
Though fear gives them more than a heav'nly scope,
Yet this large room is bounded with depression.
Oh the despair now that all hope is gone,
And the white doves have been silenced mid song.
The terrible whisperings of bleakness,
In full flowing despair, the room now dark where once it shone.
It came from where, this despair,
Waiting in its black hole ready to tear limb from limb,
There i sat shivering in the cold waters of the sea of misery.
In the depths of joy,
My heart is waking.
In the depths of sorrow,
My heart is breaking.
No where to run nowhere to hide,
Must now abandon my pride,
My head held high in the air.
Mother of goodness father of youth,
Bring back the powers of truth.
No one can tell what lies ahead,
But all will see its full of dread.
Oh great powers, oh great three,
Im begging you set me free.
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