I am sorry,
I cannot sleep
when the light is shining,
unless it is by the Holy Spirit blessed,
because my soul is calling
from the dark and the misery
which seems forever pressed upon it and
within which it is so enticingly dressed.
What a mess, sometimes;
so much so that I forget
it must be confessed as illusion
for me to reach out
from the depths of its prison walls.
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