Category: A Poem
I cried one eve to the open sky,
“My God, what’s the condition of my soul?”
And in the stillness of the night
a voice heard I:
“The whole head is sick, even the heart,
and the very bones all rotted, diseased.
Depravity and death shall stalk you
all the days of your life,
for you have chosen
a path of darkness rather than light.”
