Struggle for Salvation

Mired and sunken reaching for the light
taken untoward the merciless plight
wanting and wasted with mortified slight
I grasped and grappled in waning sight
a plea for help was barely able to escape
from my mouth it was maimed and shut
held closed by a central circumstantial rut
how in needing one to have held my hand
was I weak and slipped from the face of rock
from which I fell into a crevice without stock
I saw you in a blinding flash my head was
flaked and fallen back a golden light was
lit behind you and your hand was out of
reach though I saw it in full detail it wanted
to seek my own so frail and furthered with
dismay I waited for a later learned day
the words rose up and pierced my heart
they emerged and spewed from my mouth
in silent impart and came to rest on a blank
page the living seething story racked with
rage and lost in lacked insidious crave to
feel a godly washed recourse the dirtied
heavied sodden force was with a darkened
collapsing course into a deep well of inner
spiraling sinking loss the water was welling
and drowning my throat and eyes were
burning in ash that blew around my contractive
cast I kicked below but no ground to
hit to lift me from the trap of trodden
and dusty blown grit in a gory place
waiting I felt the splitting of self I wanted
to just unfurl my userous snarling plea
but I was dumb with uncertain and
unenlightened recalcitrant reprieve
the tale repeated in course refrain
it reverberated without a proper name
the many days I lived its tale its story
smitten and sounding old and stale
choking on its crust of petrified crumb
my throat was hoarse and voiced with
the saga of hardened heartless form
it took not shape but ghostly spectred
broken build how it hardly was holden
to or safely rescued from decay
its pitch was a deafening shrill array
how I wanted to silence its blare
but I couldn't bring myself to bear
an emptiness without its burning flare
I needed the story to purpose my
sundering sullied hardened despair
so I spun with whirling calamitous
lascivious indolent grandiloquence
burning with a calcified reticence
in reversion to a recalcitrant edifice
was the worded yarn incredulous
seeming to settle into a blank reprieve
the woolen mantle that I was to weave
to smother all that burned my caste as
eyes that stared from a shrouded face
singing boring into flesh was the earthly
laser pinpoint a caustic torpid recess
thwarted dorsally and dentrificated the
decay was a caluminously cunning
castiginous display a pariah appalled
and without and impetuous and
improprietous crawl the undermined
and importunate pitfall sobered and
stalwart in unvarying belabored recall
with all that hearkened to was hardly tame
my sanctimonious submersive shame
fell from my palm in broken shards
heavily hastening absent regard...