amid dark nights and panic attacks
and now I'm forced to confess
I cannot endure notions of holiness
through every course of prayer and fasting
came no transcendence that was lasting
I thought too much on what was beyond my scope
while ordinary folk kept a simple faith and hope
yes yes spiritual pride common as a grave
has hollowed me out with nothing left to save
how to fill this hole in me I've no clue
I have no idea what I had to do
all I've sought now means nothing to me
I've grown ugly in my pursuit of beauty
Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
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