To complete thee
A light in the dark, a soul underneath
Whatever had it been but something to bequeath
Upon thee a loss of light in part
Forms like one that never found home
Malice without an aim to be
Righteousness without a direction
Whether to be found with this part
What can it be but a message long lost
Without a final moment or a thing to find
If something that remains in view,
A goal that is to be grasped by a bound heaven
Such is the bound severed heavenly grasp
A thing that is found, perhaps it may foul.
A small poem, in block form that gives way to a small writer's block that I'd had for a bit of time. But it has come to a bit of an end with this piece here! Please enjoy!