Image of Thee
Going through the dark and storms
Crying with sorrow as you
Where you hope no one would
Hoping to forget, what you have
You look into a
And try to walk forward looking at
Yet remain standing before
No shadow does it
Do you try to conquer this
distorted image of thee?
Or do you let it sink down into a
bottomless pit called Hell.
The more you look, at the image
the less you are free.
For you know the world and what
it’s to be.