THE VOICE FROM THE ABYSS

There is a long story behind this one... but without a story, where would anyone be I wonder!! Wrote after days so just felt like putting it up. And a special thanks to someone for giving it back to me.


The day the night stood still, that day this little heart wept…

Not because the world stopped but cuz it sat alone and dropped dead… 

To wash away all sins, it sang in praise of the lord… 

But he dared not come rescue the soul that cried for him… 

All guilt washed away, I stood with my head buried in my hands… 

When I understood the world stood gaping at me… 

All ethics left behind, no words spoken in between… 

A life a lie was what he said… 

When suddenly the darkness split at its seams… 

Letting the light of friendship through… 

Allowing me to raise my head once again, pulling me through… 

Darkness turned to light, filling my head with memories from the happy past… 

Assuring a future forgotten in the black present… 

One of hope, one of love… 

It doesn't get worse every day, a voice told me from afar… 

But somehow it seemed to be coming from inside my heart… 

Which said it over and over again like I would forget… 

Don’t fear it said, take a grip and walk on… 

There’s a juncture ahead, one that has more in store than the darkness around… 

Have faith it said. 





Note: All of this is seriously original...all of it is my own, filled with my emotions and thoughts. SO before you go ahead and pick it up, please let me know. It might boost my morale and persuade me to write more often!

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