The Cry

Fears ,Death ,God


1. The Cry

Unknown fears haunting and

gnawing at the vitals.The hope

diminishing and the spirit

yielding.The darkness envelops

covering me like a mystic shroud

The awareness  of eternal  soul

trying to pierce through the shroud

to touch my inner tranquil core

At the moment  of my my  final facing 

of the inevitable Oh my beloved God 

are you there with me to hold my hand?

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