The Despondency of The Soul. A Sonnet by Manatita
It hurts, not so much the searing bodily pain,
But a despondency of the Soul,
Such as only the mystics know.
I feel like one under water, struggling to breathe.
Only it’s a grief that fails to lift;
I am in the sea, and still being held under.
My sweet Lord, be merciful.
Listen to my anguished cry.
This child of Yours was vulnerable,
And most definitely the victim,
Last night I entered a chasm,
Visited the House of Darkness,
And now the sadness of the Heart is ceaseless.
-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. ©Copyrighted. May 2nd, 2015.
~Awakening the Inner Light~
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