Introspection

January 17, 2015

As I think about this carved out rock,

I stare at the darkened mouth,

And though I tell my eyes to lock

The darkness fills me with doubt.

Their dark arms embrace me

As I enter this brooding cave.

Within myself I can surely see

So many wrongs from every day.

Yet there is some good that lies within.

What can seem rather ominous

And surrounded soley by sin

Can turn out to be hollowed, porous.

As I stare through the cracks

I see a burning light.

Devotion has never lacked

Even through this dark, damp night.

For what I believe,

I will burn.

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