A Deep Darkness…..There is a deep darkness in my soul.
It threatens to surface in a blinding boil.
It began when I was just a boy
Betrayed by a mother to whom I was just a toy
She could manipulate to in her kind of joy.
I gave my heart to three religious efforts
Missions that in truth were for bragging rights
Not for the battered street folks on endless cold nights’
I feel betrayed by my country and its many corrupted layers
That exists for the rich ignoring the poor folks desperate prayers.
I feel exhausted by my struggles with my sinful selfish self
I desperately look for a place to hide on an isolated lonely shelf.
George Caywood 