I Had Twenty Minutes to Write Something

poetry is free to interpretation

I Had Twenty Minutes to Write Something

the bang, the bash, the scathing sound
of losing what I haven't found
curse to those who laugh at me
and bless all those who do not flee
darkness in the world beyond
a blank of which I am not fond
a call into the eternal dark
a foreboding in my dying heart
screams penetrate and rip apart
a longing in my dying heart
there is something in my mind
that rips and tears and leaves behind
a word of which I cannot speak
a word of power disguised as weak
fall, fail, fright of fight,
I have fallen this accuresd night
and to the ground I shall fall-
ground of hardened hellish maul
surrounded by a tier of faith
remembering what the Lord Hath Made
close my eyes, relax my will
I have fallen on this hill
upon which Satan stands
as I fall in to My Father's hands