The vast emptiness
of a muddled mind,
fractured beyond
the splintered remnants
of the devil kiss…
…where now are the fireflies
that once had enlightened
my soul to celestial skies.
For all about me lays the
vast wastelands of the underworld,
the river Styx whispers to
me at nights promise as
slumber pulls me under,
I am fallen,
the broken remains of
belief swimming
now in Stygian darkness
drowning my sins in lust
suffocating my love in desire
saving myself from the
mundane wishes of
the blind.
Karen Hayward ©2018
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