Black Lake

A recurring theme!

Black Lake

There is a black lake

at the core of me.

A dark tarry morass

of melded sins

gathering the Devil's

interest.

In that quagmire

there are constant

swirling currents.

Currents so strong

they can sweep me

way out

of my depth,

when the wild winds

of Hades prevail.

I feel that murky

treacle clogging

my pores,

so that I suffocate

slowly

under the cloud

of Catholicism,

as evil robed priests,

in cassocks,

swinging incense filled,

chained thuribles,

mock my spirit

and bludgeon my soul

with their lies.

For me there is no escape,

for me there is no absolution

for me there is only death.

 

30/09/17

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree and I know the dark places.
"For me there is no escape,
for me there is no absolution
for me there is only death."
Years ago. I seek death and death didn't want me. He told me. You have things to be done. I did. Thank you John. A thought provoking poem.
Coyote

[Einstein Noodle]

deep darkness only gets darker in our denial ;{ we all s**t in the bucket don't we?! :))
E.
ps. great piece of poetry my friend!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you so much 'E'

[wordman]

as far as i am concerned it is a cult,loved the write

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Cheers Ron.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we catholics grow up with guilt, and then as we age we realize those who make us feel this guilt, are just as guilty themselves...and probably more so...
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Exactly so Jacob but never-the-less it still affects us when we feel guilt about anything. Many thank yous!