The Backwater Sermons

My broken being lies bared before you 

Bleeding from every fissure carved into it

Cracking and crumbling like the great Roman temples

Glory scrapped away by sharp secretive words haunting the brightly lit corridor 

Wrists tied by the weight of expectations not met 

Heart blowing away like dust in the wind 

Pride fleeing into the waves of the turbulent seas 

Joy fleeting 

Earthquake rumbling

Thunder booming 

Fires raging 

Wing howling 

Empty

Just empty 

Soul lost to the maze of hurt

Wandering

Meandering 

Losing itself

It's seen these walls before

It's walked this path before 

The path as familiar as the violet at the end of the rainbow

Endless passages tower overhead as I am crushed by the weight of the world

My endurance is limited

My strength only goes so far

My blood can only drip for so long

Before I vanish 

An abandoned soul lost in the cruel labyrinth of life