Lament for a Lost Soul

Six years ago, I was struggling with horrendous depression. This poem is a mere reflection of how I felt and saw my world. (FYI: No longer do I see or feel this way.)

I can now feel within my soul

Hatred, where once my heart,

furthermore expands a hole.

Hence twenty years of acknowledgement
comes triumphant a defeat,
blissful relinquishment to All's deceit.

Agony overtakes this repudiate charm,
though God Himself cannot free
One from harm.

One's constant dejection and remorse dictated
to One for years so many,
leaves Darkness and hollow a place
for Love, if left there is any.

The World, her People and Demons unite,
to wage war, injury and
point indict.

One's soul, mind and spirit in this state,
has at last disappeared
and been forced to relegate.

All that remains of the Cathedral of Love,
are buttresses that are left to
uphold Evil's final shove.

Deeper and deeper does One slip away,
as Fear, Bitterness and Hatred
leave no memories of Love in any day.

Wishing and wailing with cries
so contrite, no Love remains
and without it, no Light.

In family, One has been so few,
now begins to lose focus
and blurred now is Love's view.

The fight has been fought
in One's heart an unmistakable Hell,
has only devoid space that is yet only
to dwell.

The valiant End of twenty is at hand,
with the Trinity no more,
no strength, no will and no power
is left to stand.

Fallen out of Love into the arms of him
dwells a wounded soul
whose light has fallen dim.

He is the Evil we so strive not to become,
however One's world has been left
ravaged and has now, in its entirety, gone numb.

Satanic, so the World, and now One's heart
is as ice,
becomes One who is viewed by my own self
as the infamous Anti-Christ.

Author's Note

I gladly accept any criticism you may have to offer. As the world-renown philosopher Epictetus once said, "If you wish to improve, be content to be thought foolish and stupid."