Unrest and turmoil it’s been.
Light won’t penetrate the soul.
It will wither, complete and whole.
Searing pain punctuates body
Hands reach in prayer to lordy.
Screams stifled, hands chained
Only writhing body, pleading eyes remain.
Heavy breathing, thumping heart.
Sense of loss, part by part.
Trapped by mind and muffled by thought,
This is the truth you always sought.
Now is the time to cease
Waiting for sweet release.