Innocence Lost

This is, essentially, a prayer in the form of a poem. This was written probably about a year and a half ago...?

When will it end, this

Ceaseless nightmare of

Greif and of guilt and

Hatred drowning me?

Shall I die strangled,

Helpless, lost in the

Sea of my sorrows?

Surely, I'm alone.

None have arisen.

Would you leave me here,

Lost in demise? Or

Shall you aide me, here?

Is mine a spirit

Fit for saving, or

Has it been tattered

Beyond revival?

Please speak of hope and

Life and healing for

This, my marred, hollow

Heart, which yearns for light.

Reviews

[SleeplessVolcano]

Beautifully emotional.....may I answer your question? I know it was rhetorical, and God's silences are often as revealing as his whispers.....

It never ends because we will remain sinful until we die.
it could end - the "nightmare" when we realise that his grace is enough. More than enough.

Let that Psalm spirit of David stir you more and more.......:)

[Elina]

Thank you, very much, for the review.

[Revery]

No drawn out review for this one, I'll only say that I found this to be a stunning expression of the desolation we experience away from the throne.

[Elina]

Thank you very much.

[SteveTarasev]

You spelled grief wrong. I would want to know if my poem had a spelling error.

[Elina]

Oh, wow, I totally missed that. Thank you; I really appreciate it

[Clockwork]

I've always liked when prayers take the form of poems. Prayers seems to naturally drift toward poetry, I think. Maybe not in rhythm or rhyme, but in content, subject, and intention.

You're appeal to the divine saving grace of Christ and God in the third stanza really touched me. That is a question so many people ask, yearning to find an answer.

Your're heart is in a good place with this poem. I really admired that about this poem.

[Elina]

Thank you, so much, for the lovely review.

[Clockwork]

You're welcome

[Eddie Davis]

Elina, I really need to start reading your poetry too, as you possess a talent in this area as well. I certainly understand the mood and feel of your poem, as I'm sure many readers do as well. I liked your style, which is both introspective and 'projective' toward hope of a better tomorrow.

Take heart, for you have a powerful voice in your writing and I think you may find that there is great power and release in expressing yourself. You do it quite well, I might add.

One small thing: I think you meant 'grief' instead of 'greif' in line three. I shall read some more of your wonderful poems and stories this weekend. Keep writing, you are very good, and I enjoy your work.

[Elina]

Thank you very much. Yes, while my books and stories are an expression of me, my poems are on a slightly deeper level. Typically, if I am dealing with something -- whether it be good or bad -- and it seems to consume my thoughts, I write a poem. It helps get those thoughts out so that my mind needn't be so absorbed with them.
And thank you pointing that out...I'm awful at spelling; didn't even notice that mistake.

[Glen Yumang Manese]

There is the question...
and the reluctant act...
and then another question...
asking for reprieve...

[zainul]

I appreciate the prayer.
I hope the yearns for light will be addressed by divine kindness.

[Josh Dollar]

This can relate to me some, but I have friend that has been struggling with depression and I showed her some of your work, and it really helped her. She thanks you.

[Elina]

Wow...I feel quite honored. I am glad that some of my writings have helped. I don't take any credit for it, though; it's all God. Haha!

[Josh Dollar]

That's true. With out him you'd be pond scum, no offence. Haha!

[Elina]

Haha! No offense has been taken...'tis quite true.

[Sue Hart]

I'm going down the line reading each of your poems now. This one is despair. I wonder how many people relate to that at such a young age as yourself? You speak as if your understanding of it has been taught by experience. I recognized the feeling. Those bumps in the road of life can do that to you.

[Elina]

I agree that it is surprising, and quite sad, how many young people know the meaning of grief and despair. Unfortunately, the Spiritual battles within and around us are only getting worse. I see so many broken teenagers and young adults around me, and my heart breaks for them. I only hope my own mistakes and trials can someday encourage others...and I suppose that's why I share some of my darker poems.