Mooribound thoughts in grey sliced by a jagged indigo wind!

Shatter across the frozen tundra of the mind…

Then conclude at the dead end of human wisdom.

Gray truth of depression speaking again!

Hopeless dry snow! Cold powdered emotion!

Stinging the eyes and faces of all daring to come near,

Offering the salve of cheerful words that burn!

Here to remain in shadowed dark retreat…

The deepest forgotten cave of a tortured brain;

Silently licking these old wounds opened again;

Protecting new gashes now, both festering as one…

Gangrene of the soul threatening amputation!

Complete severing from God and life. Woefully lie,

Safe in the embrace of isolation. “Lover hold me close!”

No one can hurt me here! Hints of safety and relief in nonexistence…

Death’s soft whisper seduces awful grey to flow into a sultry ebony dream…

Black delusion! Dead coal to burn red-hot!

Ignited as latent anger explodes! Life’s final stand!

Mollified in the righteous anger of God! Oh ancient lake, Gehenna!

Garbage dump zealous to consume,

Vain creators and their works born of carnal purposeless lives.

Faith lying dead in heaps are the broken dreams of mortal pride,

The very cutting shards of this biting indigo wind!

Wind fanning the flames that never die!

Outside the City Gate…

Where regretful lost souls gnash their teeth and cry!

11 thoughts on “Lost

  1. Amen-Amein my Sweet Sister in Christ Jesus-Yeshua!! God Bless You and Your Family and Friends!! Same too all my Sisters and Brothers in Christ Jesus ( Yeshua )!!

    Love Always and Shalom ( Peace ), YSIC \o/

    Kristi Ann

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  2. I have lived, and will probably live many more times, this poem and all it describes.
    I can totally relate.

    I am interested in the word “mooribound”. I am only familiar with “moribund” (?)

    Did you coin it? It evokes moors for me.

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    1. No, I didn’t coin it. It was in my head (an antiquated word me thinks) I couldn’t think how exactly to spell it and finally found it in relation to ‘moor’ as in mooring a boat which is the perfect meaning. Depression is hell isn’t it? I’m glad I found out how to unmoor myself and not plunge its depths any longer (unless my thyroid med is out of whack). lol Thanks for reading.

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  3. I know exactly what you are saying here. I’ve been there exactly what you are saying. My anxiety and stress levels are out of whack for the moment but I am going to succeed.

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    1. Yes, God will help you do just that. I’ve been in this place without Jesus and nearly made that final line permanent. With Jesus, even if I descend into Sheol, Jesus is there to comfort me and help me rise again. Resurrection power is an awesome thing!

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