Friday, February 8, 2013

Sinking (A Sonnet)

The loneliness of the night, the evil lurking within. Still striving to fight the fight, and beat my evil sin.
that I created for myself.
I have become numb, as I continue to age.
I put my God on a back corner shelf.

What I want… doesn't happen
my life has become a waste of space.
I've dug a hole for myself again,
I wish to vanish without a trace.

I have lived long in this cage

I am reminded that he collects my tears in a jar
and even though I turn my back, he doesn't go far.

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