The Deep
It is not light shining in darkness That has brought me to weep. But the darkness itself In which I used to sleep. In a fathomless black cloud Floating adrift, inside. Wrapped in a shroud Utterly mystified. Falling down again and again Against the current of knowing Far from its peace to gain An invisible river overflowing. Pity my soul divided Between wrong and worse And not knowing how one-sided Was my angry curse: "You don't exist", I screamed. Into the blackness I bellowed. In return the light beamed, But the bitter pill, I swallowed. Unaware of my state, I fell deep Into the confusion of man And troubled at night, I could not sleep And on and on it ran. So were my teens - So close to being my whole life So lost in the in-betweens And riddled sick with strife. But the greatest miracle happened I plunged so deep into darkness, Into the pit of the heart without end As the mockers, they picked ...