A Dreadful Place

It’s a deep, dark, dreadful place
Where the seeker becomes the blinded.
Prior to that fall from grace
By dreams and sights delighted
Of those sweet things, in that long fall
She was tortured and reminded. 
But from such depths and in such a ghastly gloom
A melancholy sets in
So in that place, that invisible room
She lost it all again.
One day, not soon, amidst that gloom
A hand reached through the way
And from afar, neither present or past
She heard a clear voice to her say,
“Of all the troublesome, tiresome fodder
That fills the mind like hoarder’s clutter,
Of all these things, none are real”
And from her mouth it lifted a seal
And from her shoulders the hand shrugged a weight
And nearer now she heard an opening gate
The hand withdrew to her own side
And she started to climb, filled with pride.

Tags: Sad, Pain, Hope, Dark, Deep,