I wrote this subsequent to knowing my son was alive after a month of not knowing.
... out of a dark pit
July 21, 2009
coming out of a dark pit
scent of angst at every juncture
vigorous, controlling, and commanding
my soul's succumbing to nothingness
how far down can I fall before my soul is taken
how low can this love drive my soul to perdition
it takes it to a dark and oppressive place
a place where air does not reach my lungs
leaving behind my footprints
a path of devastation, wreckage
of every soul I touched
blowing every candle of hope...
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