in the deepest space that inhabits
The deepest grief, loss, I have lost
in the deepest part of Sheol
I lost myself, it grudges me like an angry toad croaking into the stormy night
Crying as a whole blanket of dust carries the desert’s heart across the country remains
I am so angry, furious at myself, the grief intoxicated me in a serial rage
I forsake myself, my serene and found God
I linger in the depths of Sheol
As I pray in a long clasp of eternity
I have betrayed myself in my joy, my rapture
As dust forms man I am going to dust, in vain
My fear is damaging to my ego, lost to the catacombs of despair
Why has the forsaken been driven to dust? How the broken-hearted weep for
Salvation
I have done something to cause the blameless to repent for me
I must have,
I forgo my mortality, under the circumstances of disaster
God, take me into the sublime helm of Sheol
I shall slumber under the star’s very dark tears
My prayers bleeding into the dampening expanse
How I loved, often and plenty, how I so deeply,
Deeply loved.
About the Creator
Melissa Ingoldsby
I am a published author on Patheos,
I am Bexley by Resurgence Novels
The Half Paper Moon on Golden Storyline Books for Kindle.
My novella The Job and Atonement will be published this year by JMS Books
Comments (5)
This was so poignant and very relatable as well. Loved your poem!
This reflects your poetry talent.
My goodness, this is definitely heartbreak personified! This line's alliteration halted me!
A soul wanting nothing more than to be loved. A lot of sadness
This just feels laden with self loathing.