"The Bleeding Soul"

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THE BLEEDING SOUL
The darkness thick and dark
Like the brightest of the sun
Covered by the thick cloud of the windy sky
Covered rigidly, no single space or chance
Left for the smallest sight
White, painted pure black
Black, doubled in colour in multiple of black
Light, though brighter in the thickest darkness
This time, no sign, image or array of light in this darkness
No hope of light, no single sight of it
All over, all around, darkness surrounded
Ravage, sticks and inhabit vehemently

My heart bleeds, my soul burns, hot and burdened
With inexplicable pains
The little past and little faults standing before me
Like insurmountable mountains
My right, I know not again
Though forgiven, but hard to believe
Ashamed to receive
Rudely, inimically and heinously they constituted darkness
On my part

My heart panicked, my face gloomed
My posture dull, my mouth at gape
My emotion discombobulated, hope shattered
Lose of focus, vision, goals and reason of living
Doubt engloved my mind, can I, will I, shall I still make it

Like a building at its peak of completion
suddenly crash down
Like a home coming container ship wreaked
Like almost actualized dream aborted
Like a successful child bearing takes mothers life
Like a plane crash at the air port of her arrival
Like the death of mother or father on wedding day
Like an orphan with no caring relation
Like a church without pastor
Like a church without member
So and more it seems, life, my life was
So it was, the state of my mind

Afraid of my fate, future, even eternal life
My anticipated and glorious home
A testimony, praise to God
Someone before me gave to God
Like a rare of light, sign and image of light
That was to me
There I built my faith, I anchored my future
I concretized my foundation
Hopeful and tenacious I became and remained
Till it is done, till no more darkness
Thicking the way, my life and destiny

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