Lost Ark

Somewhere a flower blooms in the dark,

wilted by negativity it struggles to keep its spark.

Losing it's essense to the presense of sin

lust, money, greed 

these things begin to eat it up from within;

Same sins everyday monotonous, lost God, but praying he hasn't forgotten us.

Hopeless sinner bittersweet satistfaction ,

while running astray in the dark 

I aspire one day I'll stumble in the light 

and reattain  my celsetial spark....