By Rich Grimm Outlaw5503@aol.com
Date: 3 September 2000
Confessions
Midnight's blackness fuses with the darkness of my eternal sin,
Flowing and seeping through me and oozing out of my skin.
The roar of agony from those within me drown out all sound,
Until the flames of torment are the only warmth left to be found.
Eyes gazing into the unending fields of my nightmare's visions,
Plagued by constant flights of fantasy and these terrible indecision's.
My mind races with the surge of unanswerable thoughts and questions,
While ghosts of various memories haunt me with their damned suggestions.
Yet I continue on… into the whirling maelstrom of this chaotic path,
At times a messenger of Faith and Truth then suddenly- facing His wrath
I slipped from Grace on the heels of Reason and damnable Doubt,
Wondering and wandering- a searching Pilgrim needing to know what its all about.
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