...and damnation...

Loneliness and falling into the dark hole. One day, you will be nothing, you will not exist. No one can save you from the human condition which is simply: we all die.

...and damnation...

And where was heaven,

The light that promised to envelop the soul,

Befouled against its will, unilluminated,

Thrown into the devil-hole.

No angel came to rescue,

all cries of mercy unheeded,

Stifled by succubus and pecked at;

The hoggish vultures succeeded

To disfigure you beyond repair, mad

Abjectness plagued air.

All memory, a blown fuse,

What once was, stolen eternal,

So strange, a vague hint, unidentifiable;

A semblance of self obscured, infernal.

Why waste tears, they will not resurrect

your untainted essence, creature,

Overcome by bleak inhabitation,

destiny rewritten by a false teacher,

Damned up, your path, all which ever was eclipsed

By all unyielding, grotesque.

The morning does not wake,

The sun a pointless orb,

Walk like somnambulist, the dead,

Aimless, you absorb

The numb and stale decomposition,

The possession of your substance.

Abandon hope of grace,

Futile, the yearning to be saved,

Alone you are, ever will be,

No paradise succeeds the graved,

Reality has its way with the lost,

Gasping for breath beneath

The ugly waters obfuscated infirmity.

God’s eyes all fantasy,

He sees nothing beyond the fiction,

And beyond soul, you are bound,

No hands to light the torch.

Author's Note

Please take time to think about and this poem and offer some feedback. I would appreciate it. Thank you. I am new here!

Reviews

[Marie Anzalone]

Reads like a prophecy of Judgement Day, and it is cold, bleak, and unrelenting in your vision of it. Very powerful piece. For when God only sees what is make-believe, it is difficult for reality to take on any meaning. This is a hard work, and does not read, to me, like a warning, more as a flat statement of fact. More chilling than a warning, because if it's a warning, then something can be done.

The words lend themselves well to the surreal quality of the picture you chose. It is difficult to make a coherent story out fo this, but perhaps that is your intent? The images jumble and weave a dreamlike fragment of a vision, and we're left hoping we do not see the rest.

[Carlton Carr]

Poweful and disturbing, like dark Dante or lost Sylvia Plath. I am always being accused of writing morbid and deppressing poetry; but we cannot see τђє light until we have examined τђє dark; we cannot rise until we have fallen to τђє bottom of our personal void, can we Loudenclear? I haven't read your reviews - I never do that until I have given my own opinion - but if you are ever criticized for τђє depth and darkness of your words, τђє crisp, disturbing power of your imagesi and τђє honesty with which you express τђє pain of your soul - take my advice and ignore it! It says more about the shallowness of your critic than τђє fullness of your experience. I loved this and look forward to reading more.

[deeps]

emotional and sad really to read. Well written

[The Water Queen]

I can feel the emotions almost as if i am felling them myself. The thoughts about god satan and anything spiritual like that is overwhelming and intense in a good way. Great job.

[W. Dunning]

This was a downer to read. I have the impression the speaker is either a depressed atheist, a Christian whose beliefs have been shattered, or someone intent on suicide. Your word choice is excellent if a bit elevated for more casual readers. The poem flows pretty well and I enjoyed this quite a bit.

[Boo Radley]

Amazing. The effect is............. touching on an emotional and a spiritual level.