Under the dome
In the sanctity of your domain
The sacred vicinity
Where people pour their heart out.
Bowing my head,
In veneration for the supreme divine.
Tears silently trickle down, soaking my chest.
You hear my words, my cry, my silence.
Requesting and pleading.
Relieve me of the weight,
My heart no longer can tolerate.
Show me the path out of this labyrinth
Or bestow in me,
Strength to bear it fearlessly
And accept it as a part of me.
A self-evidently lachrymose, introspective piece that strives to imitate the more familiar tropes of 19th Century Romanticism.
A touching,incisive,faith-centred poem.
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