Post N° 9

  Loathsome I've become. A creature so undone. Wretched and broken. Cannot find my faith. Any God will do. Nothing said is new Nothing said is true. Fly away my hope. The embrace of shade holds me dear. Eats me away. Loose the dogs of disgrace upon me.

I have no faith. Raise the poor outcast I have become. I am undone. Calm is the air. Still is the sea. The valley of death keeps calling me.