Festering with uncertainty and mystery,
He wondered which way salvation laid,
Where to seek his soul's glory and crown,
Where was this trail leading him?
He grappled with thoughts of hope,
and unanswered questions,
Encounters he could not explain,
But was still entangled.
Uknown fears and death,
With which he frantically fought;
held him exile,
But with perfect admiration he knew
darkness apprehendeth not the light,
For the recess of his fears is come,
and his sceptical nature blurred.
YOU ARE READING
THE BOY ON THE BRIDGE.
PoetryThe weakest ink harbors the strongest minds. A collection of thoughts that will blow your mind. Some emotions laced herein are quirky, any similarity to real characters is just a mere coincidence*
