A dark passage to an underground ocean...
Is it complexity I thrive in?
Wavy waters in enrobed blackness...
Are sins where I swim?
Ivory looks stark, even in nightime;
But is a black pearl, real?
Where are the signs of my own crimes?
Where can you ever really feel?
Shadowy streams drowning my soul again.
Where does this all lead me to?
It seems to me God whispers nearby,
Desperation would end soon.
Would truth ever be revealed?
Would God ever answer?
Are those in death in a good place after all?
Will suffering ever end hereafter?
~Broken-hearted Beggar