What we seek

That which generations have sought after

Yet by no means can be found.

The very foundations of earth echo with hollow laughter.

Chills creep up my spine with every clashing sound

that reverberates high above each rafter.

No one else is worthy

The King of peace to be crowned.

Within the hearts of men

Darkness boils deep inside

As inky wells in a cavernous den

Where countless souls have died.

So finite is their time that ends in hellish glen.

No calm there is, nor will be

Until He can there abide.

Assymetry

There is no balance
Everything seems to fall apart,
Resentment rears up,
and pain becomes a desire
hate against the incompetence,
the imperfection that dwells within.

Lost inside a world of hopelessness
Shattered dreams
Broken promises,
Self denigration
Alone

I don't know why I go on
in this decremental way
leading to nowhere

And so the blackness must recede
And let the light come again once more

Uncertainty

A wall, built through countless years of labor

Set in the midst of a grassy field at the center of a forest

Capturing within itself an entire world.

Yet again, this pleasant depiction bursts apart

As the canvas rends with an avalanche of sound

The gaping hole shudders and spews forth smoke

With every breath that escapes

A flame licks at torn edges

While knotted leashes strain tighter

To breaking point.

A cry of desperation

To the one source of help

Although it is many legions away

On many turbulent oceans.