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Aug 2016
I used to believe
There could be something more
At the end of this life
That was worth striving for

To live for each day
Despite all of the pain
My body could rot
By my soul would remain

I imagined a force
Of omnipotent grace
Vast kingdom of clouds
Would be my resting place

Earth drifts through the void
Time never to slow
Yet consciousness seeds
Would continue to grow

To see so much hate
Tear people apart
Yet still think that love
Could mend each broken heart

I knew not of greed
Of wrath, envy and lust
In the good of mankind
I could still place my trust

I kissed the sun's rising
Embraced the dawn's light
Until the sun's setting
Consumed me in night

Then darkness seeped in
Through the pores of my skin
And flowed through each vein
Like a sickness within

Now I live for each day
But feel only the pain
As this corpse slowly rots
From my blackened soul stain

The truths that I knew
Were serpent-tongued lies
My idols and angels
Fell dead from the skies

Reality's anchors
Dragged me to the depths
Eternity's oceans
Flooded my breaths

Disaster and death
Plague, famine and woe
I questioned how God
Could torture us so

Heaven's gates locked
My paradise lost
The price of my sins
Was too high a cost

Condemned without faith
All hope to conceive
Of the salvation dreams
That I used to believe
Michael Marchese
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Michael Marchese  30/M/California
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