Agony of My Soul

A void,

There is in my Heart

A chasm;

An abyss,

Is what I have fallen in.

Once strength

A virtue of mine,

Now vulnerable I find myself.

Though surrounded by lovers;

Chained by solitude

I am.

Always expecting me to be convivial

Yes that I am.

A façade of beatitude,

I always wear,

To ensconce those scars

That I bear.

Fresh wounds,

Blood spewing out of them;

Emotions I have all drained out.

A carcass of my conscience

Is what all is left,

Yet of malevolence

I am bereft.

I am waiting to find my way out

Of this black hole,

To reborn,

To rejuvenate,

After the crucifixion of

Agony of my soul.