Revelation of the damned

A revelation about what possibly drove me to live in an abandoned church.

Trying to sleep

Though jolting at every creek 

Of this old structure

The dust on the floor 

Countless outlines of where I have lied before 

My bed once again 

The crucifix on the wall

With kind but empty eyes 

Has me locked within sight 

Drooping head dressed with thorns 

Once gazed upon and adored 

By the people who worshiped here

I wonder where they have gone 

When this church heard it's last song 

Now this holy place only hears creaks within itself 

The scurry of animal feet 

And I, the new parishioner 

Slowly pacing the isle

Hymnals in the pews 

Long since have not been viewed 

By eyes of the living 

A jacket of dirt 

Wrapped tightly around the wood interior 

Into the ground this place wishes to revert 

Submitting into the soil 

As I wish to

We are both in turmoil 

That is our connection 

And in this reflection 

I understand why I was drawn there

Author's Note

Not really any good and probably in need of trimming.