Lament for a Mad World

Draft copy of some poetry I’m working on.

Lament for a Mad World

The darkness is thick
It clings and blinds the innocent,
If there are any innocent
Left.  The madness has devoured
My naïveté, and laid me waste;
Stripped to dry bones
Of doubt and fear.
Why? I ask, and get no answer
But silence.  So I take the silence
And in it find One answer,
“I have overcome.  All is not
Lost.  I Am.”

Hide me in that knowledge
Like a refuge. Remind me
Of the saints gone on before.
The darkness could not choke
Their light nor hide your power.
And though it seems
That all around me now
Is bound by chains of night,
A Light, the Word
Has come to free us all.

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