you
laden by shadow
no light of hope
will clothe you

you are
abysmal

you are
the dark in form
unmeasured

a nightmare unending

a subtle death to men

your touch
saturates all with decay
and renders useless
life

you are the anti-soul
a travesty
of God's intent

the mother
of hatred
and an empty heart

ever in wait
at the edge of the light

a nightmare unending




© Michael Paul Reed