A Cry Of An Aching Soul

Staring into infernity as inner silence dries up everything within.
My body is lodged in to a hidden place of no expectation.
The constantly aching soul has lost its ability to sing.
A sense of fading away as I am tossed to and fro in the ring of life.
Lost in the interval of storm and pressure as I am squashed like an olive.
Sand dunes around me are painful landscapes erected without my approval.
My endurance trembling like a leaf at nature’s whistle.
As a flower longs for her bee, so does my soul ache for what is now only but a memory.
The desert wind overwhelming my natural extension for survival.
A once promise for success now only but a shadow of an arrival.
Oh! How I yearn to steal a way out of the turmoil to safely land in the arms of a revival.
There would the kernel of my entire being exhale the almost forgotten incomparable joy.
Then would my soul attest of the saviour’s embrace effecting an arousal.
The warmth of peace will surely be a cuddle up on the brighter side.
There where the beauty of perseverance will blossom in décor of my existence.
soothing moments would then eternally be the sunshine of all my days.