Asleep in the Deep

I slept and I slept, and I slept

Sinking to an insurmountable depth

Couldn’t revive or arrive for a breath

Where am I, who of me is left?


This tailspin, burnout, whatever you call it

Keeping all spectrums of candles well lit,

Leaves me nowhere to stand, nowhere to sit,

No sign of life, no remainder of my old grit.


All around me is darkness, even in sun’s light,

It’s blurry and distorted, nothing seems right.

It doesn’t matter whether it’s day or it’s night,

It is always a struggle, and always a bitter fight.


I am at constant battle with this bleak reality,

Stricken with this strange uncurable malady.

I don’t know if I can go on longer but suddenly,

My head whips up, looking higher than me.


Behold there is a Light cast from high above,

Its shimmer echoes loudly of grace and love,

Am I made to rise to it, though I were a dove?

Or sit and remain tightly in His protective glove.


Though the Light seems distorted, miles away,

I know this life is short and will quickly decay.

Running to It quickly on that amazing day,

I’ll no longer be in darkness, but in His light, I’ll stay.

This poem is about: 
Our world



love it.... definetly felt that last verse ..


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