The Obvious...

Darkness falls, images disappear,
the mind left with imagination only
and broken impressions of
things last seem, things last heard.

The dark perverts and subverts the senses.
Specters rise where once stood children.
Screams are heard where once was laughter.

The path to God, once clear, now
clouded with the hammers of hell.
My mind explodes from the pounding.

The pieces of my mind are collected
in a basket of nothing, yet it overflows
with the remnants of my consciousness.

Am I repairable, can I be put back, do
I want to be put back? Is there a
place for repairing the soul?

I am afflicted with pain, with desire
and sin. I seek confession, I seek
forgiveness, but at what penance?

I suffer the agony of inadequacy,
must I confess to being feeble,
of shirking the rigors of love.

I’m broken, the brightness of the dark
displays that for all to see. I pray for
daylight to hide what I really am.